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Masterlist

Updated: 7/1/2021

Requests: OPEN

Hey guys! I hope you are having a fantabulous day. I've been putting this off, but I'm finally making a list of what I'll write! So please send me an ask or shoot me a message and I'll gladly write something for you if I am feeling up to it. That's about it... so here it is:

Dream SMP:

Dreamwastaken

Witch!Hybrid Headcanons

Technoblade

Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)

Philza

Schlatt

Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)

Niki

Quackity

Witch!Hybrid Headcanons

Tommy (only platonic)

Witch!Hybrid Headcanons

Tubbo (only platonic)

Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)

Ranboo (only platonic)

Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

The Afterparty

The Aftermath (Part 2 to The Afterparty)

Dare

La Revolución

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Star Wars:

Dyn Djarin

Obi Wan

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Cottagecore AU

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

She's a Lady

Luke Alvez

Penelope Garcia

Game of Thrones:

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

Margaery Tyrell

FNAF

William Afton (not springtrap)

Michael Afton

Other:

Ransom Drysdale - Knives Out

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Platonic relationships

Romantic relationships

Swearing

Alcohol

Drabbles

Headcanons

Reactions

Most likely to least likely lists

What I will NOT write:

Smut, it can be mentioned but nothing too nasty bc I'm shit at writing for it

Underage ships/pedophilia

Incest

R*pe/S**ual assault

Homophobia/Transphobia

AMAB/genderneutral/trans POV (I don't want to portray the community in a bad way)

Racism

WE DO NOT STAN INTOLERANCE 

Alrighty, I think that is it. But I may gradually add more characters when I think of them. Have a great day, stay hydrated, eat something of sustenance, and know that you are loved. Byeeeee!

This was so good wtff!! Like imagine how he would be if he finally fucked her tho?!🥴 My mind rn😫

That stalker!William Afton drabble was hot 😫 Maybe pt 2 can be a lil more darker and creepier where William breaks into her house n looks thru her panties and other stuff until y/n gets home so he hide in the closet. When she keeps masturbating to him he cant resist hearing her moan his name out loud. So he sneaks up behind her and puts his hand over her mouth as he fingers her. She’d get too distracted by how good it feels she doesn’t question how he got into her house in the first place.

OMFG HELLO?? ANON????? YOUR MIND. it’s giving joe goldberg oh god

warnings :: dubcon, voyeurism, stalking, degrading, trespassing, dark obsession, squirting, panty theft, overstim, fingering, more creepy shit. do not interact if you’re uncomfortable with dark content.

stalker!william who memorized your daily routine and schedule outside of work. he’s been watching you for the past few weeks thanks to the golden freddy plush, but also struggles to see you the same way at work. the sexual tension when the two of you end up together was too intense. william wishes to admit his dark desires that you may also have, but abides by his professionalism. one day you will be his, fucking you nonstop in the most filthiest ways. he just doesn’t know when. so out of curiosity, william ended up at your house.

on saturday mornings you’re always out of the house. the backyard window was cracked open, which was easy access for him to enter inside without the neighbors watching. he’s only seen your room in the same boring angle. he wanted to explore more, know more about you. after william looks around the main interior of your house, he’s drawn to your bedroom. taking in that scent of you mesmerized him; an addicting aroma he would faintly smell while you’re at work. already aroused, william would scavenge through your wardrobe where your panties were neatly folded. taking the pair he liked the most, he stuffed it in his pocket. his fantasy of seeing you all dressed up in lingerie for him came across his mind when he discovered your sets, astounding him. oh, how william would love to see you in the lace set or the silk set, seducing him to the point he’d tear it all off and take it out on you. his dark obsession for you would grow so erratic it would frustrate him more. in the midst of searching through your stuff, the front door suddenly opens. alarmed, william would scurry to your closet in hopes that you don’t find him. he also found it strange that you came back a little too early.

he sees you walk into the room, worn out and exhausted after coming back from the gym. you throw your bag on the desk and fall face down on the bed with your ass perfectly in his sight. even during post-workout, william would consider how breathtaking you look in his perspective. he thought of working out the same time and same gym you go to just to watch you. maybe even show off in front of you. but still trapped in the closet, there was no way for william to sneak past without getting caught. not that he would mind staying longer since he’ll be seeing you, but there were other errands he had to take care of. it wasn’t until he catches your hand traveling down your stomach all the way to where your cunt was. he felt his dick throbbing when you slightly moan, playing with yourself while your leggings were still on.

and so the fun begins.

william palmed the bulge in his pants when you pull your leggings and panties down to your knees and arch your back. face down, ass up, watching you play with your swollen cunt just like always. it was so, so worth it for him to end up this way, stalking you through your closet while you helplessly finger yourself. if only it was him, and only him, fingering you instead. owning your pussy just like that, hitting the spots that make you lose yourself. he wanted to, he wanted to. as quiet as he could be, william pulls down his pants and grabs his cock, once again jerking off to you pleasuring yourself. your moans were so raw, so delightful compared to on camera.

“fuck. please, please... fuck me like that, mr. afton,” you mewled. william felt his dick twitch when he heard you whine his name, halting his strokes. he can hear the lewd sounds of your pussy dampening around your fingers, your pleading whimpers and moans of wanting to orgasm. all while thinking of him.

“this pussy is all yours, sir.”

“oh god, william… it feels so good.”

“cum inside me, please. i want it all in this pussy.”

william couldn’t hold back any longer just watching. he had already lost his inhibition. the sexual rage you sent him invaded him tremendously that it was unforgivable. how merciless it was of you to make him feel this way. no matter how many times he’s jerked off to fantasies of you, nothing made him more ravenous than to leave that closet and sneak quietly and cautiously towards you as you were lost in your desires. william would straddle over you by one foot on the bed while the other on the floor. he didn’t hesitate to reach straight into your pussy and rub it at a much faster pace while the other clasps his hand over your mouth.

your moans turn into startled screams and gasps, struggling to escape this frightening grip until you realized it was william. your mind was too overstimulated to fight back; either this was a lucid dream of your forbidden fantasies or your boss from work was really here at your house, fingering you so good that your body easily caved into his touch. william gave a deep, unethical chuckle as your muffled moans grew more pathetic and louder than before. his fingers were already glistening from your wetness that an orgasm couldn’t be just more than a few seconds away. the sounds you made just kept provoking him to overstimulate you some more.

“now what did you say earlier, darling? that this pussy is all mine?” he mused, roughly bringing you to your knees. this time you were locked in william’s tight embrace of his hand over your mouth and still fingering you with his wrist resting on your pelvis. he can picture the position so well in his head—if only your body mirror was in range just to take in the sinful, delectable sight.

“you want me to make you cum? oh, that’s no problem at all. but does a desperate whore for me like you deserve it?” william taunts, kissing your temples and biting your neck. you rapidly nodded, completely beseeched and fervent to make you feel good until you’re a mess.

william hovers his palm off your mouth just to hear you. “please, mr. afton. i want you to make me cum,” you plead as you arch your neck back. he would wrap his large hands around your throat while fucking his fingers into you, hearing you cry out and squirm when he curls his fingers inside. william kept hitting your g-spot it felt shattering. the way you’re grinding your ass on his cock, his belt still unbuckled and pants pulled down to his thighs.

“you nasty, pathetic slut. can’t help but play with herself while thinking of me.”

“you have no fucking idea what you do to me whenever i’m around you. been wanting to do this ever since i saw you.”

“be a dirty little whore for me and cum. i wanna see it. i wanna be the first man to make you squirt.”

william’s tantalizing voice and his deep growls filling your ears reduced you to nothing but a brainless slut that he enjoys fucking. the orgasm building in your cunt kept intensifying, your walls squeezing around his fingers and shamelessly moaning out loud. when his fingers pumped in and out at a pace you couldn’t handle, you couldn’t help but gush over his hands and on the bedsheet. tiny droplets of clear fluid dribbling down your thighs and on his fingers got you stunned and speechless. william’s never been so turned on by this.

“‘atta girl. squirting all over your boss like the whore you are. if i can make you squirt from my fingers, i wonder how insane you’d go when i fuck you hard with my cock.”

Suddenly, I can't wait for friday as well

Bunny Ears (Part 17) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

The ringing phone turned your peaceful sleep into a groan and soft 'thwump' as you rolled out of bed, swearing as you picked yourself up out of bed and padded through to your phone. Rubbing at your eyes as you took a moment to yawn before glancing at the clock on the wall that you'd finally gotten round to mounting. It wasn't too early you supposed, but you wanted to sleep in on one of your days off at least.

"Hello?"

You heard your name being chuckled through the phone, the gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine as you woke up a little more. Rubbing at your face as you tried to listen to the familiar voice.

"Good morning, bunny. It sounds like I woke you up." His own voice was deep in a way you hadn't heard before, making you smile as your finger twisted the phone cord idly whilst you talked, making an approving hum.

"You sound pretty tired yourself this morning, Will." Making him chuckle and you could faintly hear the rustle of cloth in the background as it took him a moment to answer.

"Well I did just wake up myself. I haven't even left my bed yet." Your cheeks flooding with heat at the image that flashed in your mind of William. Laid in bed and sprawled out, holding the phone to his ear and talking to you in his half-asleep voice. The thought made you wish you had a mobile so that you could say the same thing back to him. "I'm shirtless too, if that helps your little daydream." Practically hearing the smirk in his voice.

"I-I wasn't- I... You..." It was too early to have your boyfriend fluster you in such a way, hearing him chuckling as you stumbled over your words and hearing the rustle of cloth that you now assumed was his comforter being moved as he shifted in the bed. Wondering what colour it was. You could totally see him rocking black satin sheets somehow.

"Sorry bunny, I couldn't resist. You sound so adorable all sleepy and flustered like this. I'm now far more tempted to make these calls a regular thing." The thought made your knees weak and suddenly you were all to eager for the mornings if he followed through with it. Giggling as you bit your lip and tightened your grip on your phone cord.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Afton." Hearing his chuckle before he made a little noise that you tried to imagine was him stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards as if to confirm your theory. Wondering if he understood that he kept finding new ways to surprise you and make you even more smitten with him, if you had the same effect on him despite not being as experienced in the whole 'dating' thing.

"Oh I'd say worse if I wanted to do that, honey." A slight scratching sound making you think he'd run his hand over his beard, perhaps wiping the sleep from his face just like you were doing. "Anyway, I wanted to call and ask if you wanted to go out together today? Henry texted me last night that him and Sarah are going to a new mall that opened and apparently she's eager to spend some more 'girl time' together."

It was sweet to you that Henry's wife clearly thought to highly of you, your cheeks flushed and looking at the clock, nodding to yourself despite the fact that he couldn't see you. Freeing your hand from the cord and touching your hair, wondering if you should shower that morning before you went out and deciding that it was probably for the best.

"Sure, I'd love that William. Are you up for socialising today?" Teasing him as you heard a slight grunt and shifting cloth again, a low hum before he answered you in that deep gravel that made your knees weak and body ache.

"Got at least one thing to sort before I'm acceptable to be out in public, but I'll always make exceptions to 'no socialising' if I get to spend more time with you sweetheart." You giggled at his affectionate use of nicknames for you, wondering if he would only ever use your name if you were in trouble or in a professional setting. Chewing on your lip as he yawned down the phone, building the image of him in your mind during the call. "Oh, and I want to ask something."

"Sure Will, what is it?"

"Can you not wear my hoodie today? Not that I don't love seeing you in it, I just...have a present to give you and now seems like a good time. But it requires you to be jacketless." He explained, voice somewhat sheepish as you smiled into the phone. Raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out what it was that he was going to give you.

"You don't have to get me anything Will." Speaking softly and hearing him chuckle as he spoke again, speaking lowly as he stretched again on the other side.

"No, I know. But what else am I supposed to do with this money I've saved aside from treat you, my beautiful girlfriend?" Making you blush as you shrugged your shoulders and thought for a moment before speaking again.

"Pay off your mortgage? Pay off your car? Spoil Vanessa rotten?" Hearing that chuckle become more awake as you talked, making you smile wider as you heard what sounded like him turning over in bed.

"Baby-girl, bunny, I own my own house and my own car. I already spoil her rotten, so what if I want to spoil the other girl in my life too?"

"Owning your own home and car is probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard." You joke, pulling your phone away from your ear as William laughed loudly into the landline, making you beam with pride that you'd made him laugh like that.

~~

Sarah and Henry had picked you up a few hours later, dressed in a black skirt and a baggy t-shirt from a metal band you'd forgotten you even purchased a few years ago. Deciding to apply a little lip-gloss and mascara, as well as some eyeliner like how Sarah had showed you, although yours wasn't perhaps as skilled as hers had been. The pack of used make-up wipes and the slightly red skin around your eyes from the what felt like hundreds of attempts attested to your practise however.

"You look like the kind of girl we would have tried to set Will up with in college." Sarah laughed when she saw you, making you blush as you'd climbed into the car.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Absolutely. He's going to faint when he sees you." Henry confirmed, grinning at you before heading out. The drive had been a little long, but when you finally arrived, you found yourself scanning the lot to try and spot William's car.

Walking just behind the couple as you all headed inside, scanning the bright banners that advertised the grand-opening and the sales going on inside because of it. Smiling as you saw Sarah practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of a bargain, Henry staring at his pager for a moment before waving his hand to get you to follow him. Sarah linking arms with you and letting him lead as Henry looked at the mall map and tried to figure out where to go, presumably from a text from William.

"He's in the food court, wanted to get coffee and some food before we spend hours in here." Henry laughed, making Sarah roll her eyes and scoff at the thought, looking around at how busy it was since it was the opening week of the mall.

"We're going to miss out on the best sales!"

"Babe, I love you, my darling wife, but they are aware that a lot of people would be coming so probably over-stocked a lot of the shops." He explained, looking at her with a gentle smile, receiving one back from his wife before he moved off.

It was pretty quick to spot William in the food court, sat at a table, one leg brought up to rest on his knee, leaning back into the chair did little to hide his tall stature and he was broader than most of the chairs were seemingly designed for. A purple bag sat on the floor besides him as he drummed his fingers idly against the metal table, expression a slight frown as he waited.

You couldn't help but blink and admire him in a lighter colour pair of jeans and another tight t-shirt, black with some design that had faded but you could recognise as some punk bank you'd vaguely heard of. He looked good. His glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reached up to adjust them, seemingly lost in his own little world and failing to notice your approach.

Grinning widely, you broke away from the group and ran up to him. Throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug as he grunted from the slight impact, his arms wrapping around you and one hand landing on your thigh just because of the fact he was sitting whilst you ran at him. Hearing laughter behind you, you assumed his expression was mildly confused. Taking a second to register who was holding onto him before he turned his head and let his stubble scratch across your cheek and planting a kiss along your neck. Pulling you tighter to him and his large hand pressing into your back and his other one moved from your thigh.

"Well hello to you too, bunny." He laughed into your neck, making you shudder as the hot air brushed your skin. Planting a soft kiss to the top of his head before pulling back to grin at him.

"I couldn't help it, I wanted to hug you." Playfully pouting at him, watching the lopsided smile grow before he planted a firm kiss on your lip, humming into it and licking his lips when he pulled away, the slightly sheen on your gloss visible on his lips and making you giggle.

"Well I'm never going to say no to that now, am I? And I approve of that cherry flavour, I quite like cherry." William grinned as he went in for another kiss, waving off Henry as he wolf whistled whilst taking a seat at the table.

"Get a room love-birds!" He teased, earning a smack on the arm from his wife as you parted from William's lips again, both smiling as he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. Finally seeing what you were wearing and pausing, blinking and eyes widening as he saw you in the skirt, boots and metal t-shirt. Seemingly processing what was before him as Sarah laughed.

"Told you he'd break a bit." William seemed to snap out of the comment, shooting a sideways scowl before smiling at you again, taking a barely perceptible shuddering breath. Resuming the path of his hand on your back and making you feel relaxed under his touch.

Reaching down, he brought up the bag with a smile, waggling it in front of you and kicking out a chair for you to sit on. Making you raise an eyebrow curiously before you opened it. Glancing at the matching bracelets that both of you constantly wore with a smile before untying the little ribbon at the top of the bag. Brow furrowed in concentration as you undid it and looked inside. Gently taking out the material inside and thumbs brushing over it. Something faintly spicy hitting your senses before you let the material unfold, revealing a large hoodie that would surely look baggy on Afton even. Black with a zip down the front, eyes widening as you realised there was a little embroidered part in black thread over the breast. A little leaping bunny, looking closer at it as you saw a speck of purple. Grinning wider as you realised it was wearing a tiny purple bow-tie.

"Thank you Will, I love it!" Throwing your arms around him and his arms came up automatically to wrap around you this time, holding you close and planting a kiss on your cheek as he laughed slightly at the second over the top hug you'd put him through for the day.

"You're more than welcome, bunny. I know it's subtle, but I thought you'd get a kick out of it." He whispered to you, planting another kiss and taking a deep breath, squeezing you slightly before he let you go. Allowing you to slip the massive sleeves on and shrug it onto your shoulders, the size absolutely drowning you as you felt the soft material against your skin. Realising that the spicy smell was his cologne that he always wore, you came to the conclusion that either he'd drowned it in the stuff, or that he'd secretly been wearing it for a few days to get the scent there. Either one made you incredibly happy and made your chest tighten and flutter.

"Good job you got a zippered one Wills, she might look she might have nothing else on otherwise!" Henry laughed, earning an eyeroll from Sarah as she all but dragged him up to go and get coffee and some food since that was what you'd gone there for. Leaving William to take your hand and stroke his thumb over the knuckles before planting a kiss there, your cheeks flushing as he raked his gaze across your body before meeting your curious eyes.

"Oh, trust me. She's already been occupying my thoughts with such delicious ideas today." Whispering it as Henry was clearly intended not to hear it. Making you shudder and feel your thighs press together slightly as he held your gaze hungrily, placing a conversely chaste kiss against your knuckles again.

~~

Henry and William had gone off to look at some of the stores that took their interest, and you and Sarah had split off. Chatting together idly and Sarah making you laugh and blush as you talked about various things together, her teasing you about breaking your boyfriend with your outfit. You hadn't been in many stores. more following Sarah until your eyes drifted to a dark store-front, brow furrowing as you tried to figure out why the windows were darkened with minimal branding on it, but the door was propped open to welcome people inside.

Sarah noticed your gaze with a wicked grin, practically sprinting and dragging you behind her to go inside despite your protests that you weren't sure it was even open. Blinking as you adjusted to the low light inside and felt your cheeks heating up as you realised that it was a discreet lingerie store. Eyes flickering over racks of lace and satin, cheeks burning as you tried to avoid looking anywhere in particular but feeling yourself curiously looking at certain pieces.

"Don't tell me you've never been in a lingerie store before?" Sarah teased as she noticed your burning cheeks, your eyes widening as she seemed to say it all too loudly over the quiet music playing in the store.

Shaking your head slowly and making the older woman squeal in delight that she got to introduce you to another new thing, taking your arm and walking you through the racks. Grinning widely as she thumbed through the racks and occasionally glancing at you. "So, do you have any big dates planned with William?" Her voice sing-song as she pried and clearly fished for a reason for you to remain in the store for a bit longer.

"I-I mean, I'm going to his house on Friday?" You stammered out, making Sarah pause and raise an eyebrow at you. Checking you were serious before her jaw dropped and her eyes widened, suddenly squealing happily and seizing you by the arms, jumping up and down slightly, catching you off guard.

"Girl! Dear! He didn't even invite his ex-wife around his house until they were engaged. Even then it took her suggesting it for a month before he reluctantly agreed. Did he ask you?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Oh my god, he's probably cooking for you too then! I bet it's going to be such a cute date!!" The blonde squealed in excitement and made you feel a little self-conscious as other patrons of the store threw questioning glances your way before returning to their own browsing. Planting a kiss on your cheek before she looked about conspicuously, taking you to some back corner away from the most prying eyes and speaking quietly to you. "Have you thought about..you know?"

"About what Sarah, there have been a lot of thoughts recently." Crossing your arms over your chest, fiddling with the sleeves to help calm your nerves, William's cologne helping to relax you despite your nervousness.

"Have you thought about...Well, no delicate way to put this...Whether you want to have sex with him?"

You were sure your cheeks couldn't get any hotter, but somehow you were proven wrong as they increased in temperature again. Shoulders tensing as your mind froze and then began to race. Feeling embarrassed that Sarah had asked you so blunty, but then you supposed that this was the same woman who had told you your boyfriend was a player in college in a restaurant bathroom whilst reapplying her lipgloss.

"I um...Maybe? A-A few times maybe...I mean...That's normal, right?"

"Of course it's natural sweetie. But, I was thinking you probably want to feel sexy and cute for that time, so why don't we shop for something for you and you can wear it when the time feels right? Men love this shit, and it can make you feel like a million dollars too." She suggested, returning to her normal, calming voice once she saw how nervous you were. Nodding your head slowly and playing with the sleeves more on your hoodie, letting Sarah gently take your arm and guide you around to look at various styles.

She talked lowly and slowly for you, whispering to you about the pros and cons of each style and material and after a few minutes of her patiently walking you through everything, you felt glad you had a friend who seemed to know about all these sorts of things. Relaxing a little more as she talked you through the various bits and pieces that you were clueless about.

Eventually, something caught your eye and your fingers reached out to brush the delicate chiffon fabric. Picking up the hanger and fingers moving over the lace cups, the slight strap that went down the front. It looked almost like a see-through slip, and Sarah hummed over your shoulder as you looked over the item.

"That's a baby-doll set. They're super comfy and breezy, plus they offer a little more cover than some types, whilst still being revealing." She explained lowly, making you nod in understanding as you bit your lip. Chewing it slightly as you admired the sheer black fabric, the details on the cups forming flowers and leaves. A small vine-like design moving from between the cups and forming a sort of halter-neck strap alongside the two shoulder straps. You guessed it had something to do with lines and how people tended to let their eyes move over a person.

"I-I think I like this one." Blushing as Sarah nodded and squeezed your arm lightly, leading you towards the cashiers with a few selections of her own, after she made sure you had the right size for yourself. Letting you pay for it and beaming with pride as you took the bag, the discreet branding of it meaning you didn't quite feel a burning guilt that everybody would know where you'd been.

"Let's go find something pretty to put over the top of it now. We've got some time before the boys come back after all." Sarah giggled, taking your arm and leading you again. "And I think you chose well. William, from what Henry has said, is a man of...tastes."

You raised an eyebrow at her, but she refused to elaborate, only grinning at you wickedly and focusing on her hunt for an appropriate shop for her purposes, woman on a mission as she tried to guide you through the art of feeling sexy for yourself.

Suddenly, you couldn't wait for Friday. Even more than you had been before.

Another great update, as usual. I always love seeing you in my notifications on tumblr :)

Also, William is such a horndog, he's half alive and still can't keep it in his pants, oml XDDDD

The Blood Runs Thicker (part 13) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama. Possessive behaviour. The suit stays ON

Two bags laid discarded on the floor of the motel. Ripped apart crudely and still containing what William considered a wasteful amount of blood. His senses strained against the suit, hearing the muffled sound of water running and making him flinch as he thought of the springlocks digging further into his body than they already were.

Reaching up cautiously, he managed to find a small hole in the fabric where he could press against the springlocks and force them open again. Thick, suited finger pressing in and groaning with pain and relief as the devices moved from his face, allowing him to pull the head off of the suit at least. Vision swimming as he tried to adjust to the new light level.

The water turned off suddenly, and you stepped from behind the door he had barely registered, water dripping down your smaller frame, barely concealed from his blurred vision by a threadbare white towel. The water, he realised, was pink. And if he squinted he could make out the smear of red against your lips still, rolling down your chin once again as the water had rehydrated it and made it flow once more. You smelt like cheap soap and iron.

William could not have found such a thing more attractive in that moment.

"My God, you're awake!" You gasped, rushing over to him, one hand securing the towel in place as you sank to your knees infront of him, your free hand moving to his shredded cheek and feeling the wet stubble beneath your fingertips. William winced as your fingers brushed over pierced skin, making you hesitate for a moment before you placed your palm against him, thumb stroking over the cheekbone. "I thought...I.."

Your eyes welled up with tears, and William found himself caught off guard that anybody would shed tears for him. His hands shakily reached up and touched your own cheek, wiping away the wetness with his thumb and observing how the bloodied fabric absorbed the salty tear. Your cheek instinctually moving into his palm despite the coldness of the suit. A smile spread across his face, brow furrowing as he grunted in slight pain as he moved.

"Told you, it takes a lot more than that to kill me, little bunny." Taking a shuddering breath, he wondered if the evidence on your body told him the truth as to what you had done for him. William Afton never imagined that somebody would do such things for him. His perfect, pretty little prey thing. "But I need you to push a little further. Help me out of this suit?"

"How, I don't know if I can-"

"You're a bright little thing to have found me, now we can put those brains to some extra use and help us both out."

His usually predatory smile carried a little more sincerity to it as you paused for a second. Stepping away for a moment and back into the bathroom, pulling on one of the oversized tshirts of his to give yourself access to both your hands before moving back into the shared space. Kneeling before his crumpled form and looking patiently up at him.

If Afton had more blood in his body, it certainly would have run south at the image before him.

"First, I need you to free my arms and then I can probably help a bit more. Your fingers are more slender than mine," he explained, gritting his teeth against the pain of moving in the spring-locked state of the suit, sure he could feel metal bars and circuits pressing deep into his organs despite knowing that they had no capability of sensation. "Place your fingers at the shoulder and under the panel, there should be a small button against the curve of the joint."

"Will you be able to pull your arm out after?"

"It's a failsafe, emergency release. It's the best chance we have without a crank."

Your hands shook as they slid into place on his left side. Feeling wet slickness and warming metal under tangles of wires and mangled flesh and cloth as you pressed your fingers under the soft furred panel as William had instructed. Carefully moving as to not get your own fingers trapped inside before finding the button he talked about, pressing down and biting your lip with the effort to get it to move before it slipped under your finger and clicked into place.

William's arm quickly retracted from the device before the button clicked back out and the metal slid back into place with an almost deafening 'snap'. Heart pounding as you tried not to look at the bloodied mess of his arm whilst he removed the glove with his teeth carefully. Grunting as he rolled his shoulder experimentally.

"Okay, now bunny. Do you have more blood or did you use all of it?"

"I can give you-"

"No no, I know you're...look, sweetheart, do you have bags. In my current state it's not a good idea to drink from you...remember what happened with Michael?"

The convulsion through your body told him all he needed to know about the memory. Watching you stand and go was almost as painful, but he felt an almost fatherly pride as he blinked and his vision could somewhat focus on the mini-fridge opening and what appeared to him like a thick blur of red inside.

"You..Where did you get?"

"I stole them from a truck." You admit, pulling out a couple more bags and hearing the deep, slightly wheezing baritone of his chuckle.

"My my, you really were a busy bunny whilst I was asleep."

Your cheeks flushed with colour as you brought the blood over, clumsily unclasping the tubing like you'd seen William do before, only to have his free hand reach out and do it for you. Like a parent helping a child open a juice box.

When he wrapped his lips around the tube, the groan of frustration made it clear that it wasn't going fast enough for him. Afton was an impatient man at the best of times, and he was certainly less inclined to be patient with the days he had been put through under his vengeful children. Spitting out the tube, he growled and lunged forwards, making you squeak in surprise before his fangs sunk into the body of the bag, the way your hands held it making it squeeze and pour into his mouth quickly.

Something told you to keep gently squeezing, almost tipping it back and forth between your palms.

Eventually, the blood ran out, plenty left inside the bag and William realised that the 'waste' that you had left had simply been nessicary for the method of feeding you had applied.

But William found himself curious as to the blood around your lips. Drying once again in a smeared ruby, the evidence of pink blooming against the white cotton of his shirt along the collar and down the centre, giving him an idea of the valley between your breasts.

"I need your fingers again, darling." He reached over and pressed the emergency release on the other arm, sighing in relief when it escaped and the heavy combination of metal and fur lined panels clunked to the floor. Head tipped back as he realised he was almost free. "The button on the torso is at the back of my neck. I can remove the legs and hips from there."

Manouvering him was certainly easier this time around, he was lighter for starters, and secondly, he was awake and co-operating with your efforts. Fingers easily finding the button and carefully wriggling him free of the torso before you felt a strong, wet arm wrapping around your shoulders. Leaning slightly against your smaller frame as he reached to his legs with his free hand and grunted as he managed to push the buttons on each leg, practically flinging them free as he revealed the mess of mangled clothing and flesh that you could hardly discern between under the mess of crimson and ichor clinging to it all.

The hips it seems, had not been affected as he easily slid off the furred piece and William leaned against the wall, catching his breath as he reached his hand up as if to push his glasses back onto his face, only to find that they weren't there. Glancing at you as you stood up again, padding over to the fridge and tossing him another bag, earning a grunt of approval and pain all at once.

"We're going to run out before I heal up properly." He muttered, thinking silently about how there would be certain questions asked of him if he turned up at his usual haunts as he was. Unsure if there were any clean clothes, or money or anything left for him to hold onto his old life before your soft voice broke his spiral.

"I..I know you're picky about who you eat." Speaking softly as you figured he didn't need to be any more over-stimulated, watching his silvery eyes open and glance at you before raising an eyebrow.

"You have somebody in mind?"

"I do. I can get them here in under ten minutes."

"I won't be able to hold back, you better not like this person in-"

"Oh god no." You scoffed, shuddering at the thought before you picked up the reciever on the nightstand on one side of the bed, pressing the dial for the reception and hearing the sleepy voice on the other end answer.

"Reception, how may I help?"

"It's...The girl from earlier," cringing at yourself, you turned away so William couldn't see more of your disgust. Though he caught the look, and the faint voice on the other end made his blood boil as he recognised the leering tones in it.

"Oh hey you, you know, I was wondering how long it would take you to call." You could practically hear the smile in his voice and it made your stomach turn more than any blood had. "Want me to come over, pretty thing?"

"S-Sure."

"Be there in ten, doll."

Hanging up felt like a weight off of your shoulders, and turning around only led to you softly bumping into William's slowly healing chest. His arms shooting out and holding onto you for a little stability as his body worked on slowly knitting itself back together, brow furrowed in concentration as his silver eyes scanned your expression.

"What a disgusting human," he commented, making your stomach plummet for a moment as you thought he was talking about you, tears stinging at your eyes before his thumb reached up and stroked over your cheek, focusing your attention back on his face as he gave you a proud smile. "You'll work up to more complex prey, little bunny. I'm sure."

"But for now, I need just a final bit of help to get me ready for this. It's been a while since I hunted."

You nodded, and William smiled at you, even prouder than before. What a good little prey animal you were for him.

~~

William had been gone for a while and that worried you.

You'd had a chance to clean up at least. The packets so carelessly tossed aside had been scraped clean and the blood inside poured into a glass that sat in the mini-fridge, you'd finally finished your shower and had simply changed back into the now bloodied white t-shirt that you had worn earlier. But sitting on the bed, waiting, was almost torturous.

Fingers picked idly at the knot of scar tissue on your thigh, unable to remember it scabbing and forming a scar but you supposed it must have happened at some point.

The sound of the door clicking open made your pulse race in your ears.

The tall, broad man walked through the door and had seemingly changed from his tattered, mangled clothes and into a t-shirt and jeans. Chucking the car keys on the table besides the door as he placed a shopping bag next to it. Your brow furrowed. When had he taken the keys? Not that it mattered in that moment.

He didn't look quite right, but he was certainly healthier than before.

Thin pink scar tissue ran across his handsome features in semi-neat points and lines. His head it seems had been mostly spared, but his arms were covered in the sensitive looking spots and your hand instinctually reached out to touch each little line before William turned his head to you, expression neutral for a moment and making you reconsider your actions.

"It wasn't quite enough, but the rest will heal with time and continuous feeding." He shrugged, offering a reassuring smile that made your hopes perk up. "You did a good job, sweetheart."

His praise was sweet, and your face split into a smile as you shuffled back on the bed, allowing room for him to sit at the end of it and to see his dilated pupils a little more closely. Shivering as they scanned up your bare legs, pausing at the hem of the shirt before gliding upwards and landing on your face, sure that you imagined the little lip lick that you swore he did as he drank you in.

"He's dead?" You asked, and William chuckled darkly, his large, rough hand reaching out and stroking your cheek fondly as he sat next to you.

"He won't be missed."

His words were heavy, but you didn't feel any remorse for them strangely. Back pressed against the crusty headboard, his warm hand against your cheek as he held your gaze, defying you to look away from him in that moment. As if challenging you to deny him, his nature. Your nature.

"Now little bunny, I have a question." He said, breaking the silence that had settled as he leaned in, supporting his weight on his arms as he looked curiously at you. Head tilted slightly to one side as he studied your expressions. "How did you bring me back?"

"I carried y-"

"I meant, how did you bring me back when we were here? I know I wasn't strong enough to tear open those bags...or to eat."

"I um... I fed you, William." Your cheeks flushed under his entensity, the older man humming before he stood up aburptly, taking only a few short strides to reach the fridge before pulling out the glass, filled with thick, slowly clotting crimson and brought it to you, placing it in your hand and pressing the coolness against your skin before he sat back down.

"Show me what a clever little bunny you were."

His words weren't a suggestion, but an order and you fell at his mercy to comply. Cheeks flushed and hot as you brought the glass to your lips, biting back gags as the blood seemed thicker than before but you fought each convulsion so that your hands could gently cup his cheeks, heart pounding in your chest as you ended up half straddling one thigh to get the best position as William allowed himself to only be slightly manouvered. Your thumbs naturally found the scars where the metal had gone through his cheeks, closing your eyes and leaning in.

This time was different. You supposed it was because he was warm, and you didn't have to half crawl inside the Spring-Bonnie costume to do it, but his lips resisted your tongue this time, only for a moment before he parted them. Allowing the life to pour between your lips and into his, feeling him tug on your tongue before the sensation became more insistent.

William's hand moved up your back, cupping the base of your skull as he sucked your tongue, his other hand pressing your body to his and your hips down against his thigh. Your cheeks growing hotter as you tried to squirm out of his grip, only for it to tighten with a possessive growl.

It felt like forever before he pulled back, pupils dialted and licking his lips as he looked at you with that lopsided smile that made your chest tighten and your stomach knot nervously.

"My my, you really were a good girl. Such a clever bunny. I think you deserve a real kiss as a reward." His voice low and rumbling, barely giving you time to comprehend what he had said as his lips captured your.

A soft squeak fell from your mouth, hands moving from his face to his shoulders as he pulled you against him again. A low noise in his throat as your core rested against his thigh, fingers sure to leave a bruise against your hip.

This was more like what you imagined a kiss with William Afton would be like. Bruising. Claiming. A force of nature in it's own right.

It was his turn to press his tongue past your lips, cupping the back of your head with sturdy fingers that you were grateful for as the taste of iron and him mixed on your tongue. Dancing together and exchanging the taste of each other, of life given and taken in a day as his stubble scratched at your face gently, and William felt your trembling body in his arms.

He would have prefered that this had occured on his own bed, in his own house, but in that moment, he was focused on you.

After a few moments, he allowed you to part from him, breathing hard and fast as silvery strands connected your lips like fate. His silvery eyes unfocused for a moment before snapping to meet your gaze intently, a presatory grin coming to his face as you moved to stand, only to have your hips ground back down against his thigh, a whimper escaping you as the friction sent a jolt of sensation through your body.

"You are so tempting...and now I'm not sure I want to just leave my sweet thing with just a kiss." Chuckling darkly as he moved your hips for you, eliciting another whimper as your body shuddered with sensation again. Gripping onto his shoulders tightly as he kept the occasional motion at different intervals, always leaving you wondering when the next one would be.

"Then why... why don't you do more?" You asked, whimpering as the question only made him press you harder against his thigh for a moment, before he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours.

"Because, bunny, I wanted to make sure you were wanting more first. Breaking you now would be no fun."

That predatory smile split his face again as he smashed his lips onto yours, moaning openly into the kiss and holding you tight to him. Making you ride his thigh as it was all you could do to hold onto him, to keep kissing back and teasingly letting your tongue fight against his.

You were prey about to be consumed by your predator in a way far different than you had ever thought.

Awww that was so cute! I like how Charlie's and Vannessa's personalities are the opposite of their dads'

Bunny Ears (Part 16) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

As the colder months drew closer, there were a few more faces kicking around the restaurant, Henry apparently on a recruiting spree for seasonal workers so that Christmas wasn't too harsh on the longer term employees. Not that you minded working Christmas if you had to, but the thought your boss put into such things was always appreciated.

Several of you were standing behind the prize counter, running through the ticket procedures and prize counts for the newbies, watching them nod and smile with it being abundantly clear that they had not taken in a single word of your explanation. However forgiving a boss you had, you knew that William would not tolerate laziness and even Henry and his big heart had it's limits. You did feel slightly sorry for them if they met the more abrasive side of your boyfriend however, not that it would be anything but their fault.

Through the noise, you heard your name being called, snapping your head up and giving a polite smile in that direction, the smile widening as you spotted a familiar looking little blonde girl clutching a Spring-Bonnie plushie. Excusing yourself quickly from behind the counter and leaving the new staff in the capable hands of your co-workers to go and say hello.

"Hey Vanessa! How are you doing today?" You asked, crouching on her level and watching her face light up as you remembered her. A gap-toothed smile making your heart melt as she giggled.

"I'm good! Daddy's working so he told me to go play." She said, twisting her body slightly back and forth like she was trying to expel the excess energy. "I know you're working too, I just wanted to say hello!"

"Well aren't you cute? Listen, Vanessa, can I ask you to do a really big girl favour for me?" You asked, watching the little girl's chest puff up in pride at being asked to do such an important task by an adult. You reached into your pockets and pulled out a few dollars that you'd been planning on using for a few cups of soda, but decided giving William's little girl some entertainment was far more worth it. "I want you to take these, and have as much fun as you can with them. Maybe you can win your daddy a prize?" You suggested, watching Vanessa's eyes go wide as she gingerly took the dollar bills, reaching into the pockets of her little purple overalls and pulling out a matching coloured purse, placing them inside with a super big smile. Throwing her arms around your neck in a hug as she practically vibrated with excitement.

"I will! Me and Charlie are going to have so much fun! We'll come show you our prizes afterwards!" Bounding off before you could really process the tiny child around your neck, smiling broadly and standing back up. Feeling eyes on you and spotting Stacey standing a little way back, eyebrow raised.

"You know that's Afton's kid right?" She asked, making you think for a second before nodding slowly. Stacey grinned and came up to you, poking you in the side teasingly, making you swat her hand away as she dug into your ribs slightly. "What, do you have a crush on him or something? Sucking up to his kid like that." Your cheeks turned red at the suggestion, though not quite for the reasons that Stacey seemed to have in mind as she made a shocked gasp.

"I know. But she's our boss' kid and I would rather spend a few dollars to get in his good books. I think she's playing with Henry's kid by the sounds of it."

"You totally have a crush on Afton." Stacey teased, totally missing the response you'd given her, making you roll your eyes as you attempted to walk away from the relentless teasing.

"And? If I did, what exactly are you going to do with that info Stace?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as you headed towards the main area as the next showtime started, watching out for screaming kids as they ran towards the stage to see Freddy, Bonnie and Chica perform.

"Still going to be fun to tease you about it! Even if it's our dirty little secret."

Swatting her away annoyedly, you began to pace the pizzeria, running dishes if they were ready to go from the kitchen and soon getting caught back up in the flow of work. Almost forgetting about Vanessa and Charlie until the lunch rush died down and only a few families remained, also finishing up to go back home or whatever they did when they left Freddy's for the day. You were sure your confetti blouse had pizza sauce and/or some soda spilt down it from kids running about, but your hair stuck to your forehead slightly as you finished running some of the last dishes back to the kitchen. Glad to have a moment's reprive.

Until a little body tackled your legs and almost forced them out from under you with a grunt. Looking down to see what was happening and spotting the top of Vanessa's head, looking up at you with that gap-toothed grin as she hugged your legs before stepping back and gesturing to a dark, curled girl hiding a little ways behind her.

"We're back! Me and Charlie got so many prizes!!" Her sweet enthusiasm making you melt slightly as you looked over the collection they both seemed so proud of. With how bubbly Vanessa was, and how Charlie quietly stood to one side and avoided your eyes, you would have assumed that their fathers were swapped. Not quite understanding how William produced such an extroverted child, but adoring the small girl all the same. "Can you help us pick out which ones our daddy's would like?" Tugging at your sleeve until you nodded in agreement.

Sifting through all the trinkets and toys, you made a selection for Henry and William. Charlie seemed quite pleased with your choice, giving a softly spoken 'thank you' as you picked out the matching Freddy's bracelets for her and him. Vanessa also seemed to vibrate with excitement when you picked out a small bag of candy for William, hoping he had a sweet tooth as the two girls held hands and ran off with all their prizes. Giggling wildly and making you shake your head at how cute they were.

'I wonder if William ever wants more kids one day.'

Cleaning up didn't seem so bad after the interaction with the two little girls, humming quietly to yourself as you worked on making the dining area spotless for the next load of guests. Taking pride in the place in a different light now you knew how much passion was laid behind it, you hoped that you could stay at Freddy's for a long time. Part of the Fazbear Family in more ways than one.

Henry and William emerged from the back after a while, which of course drew the attention of all the staff since they were always curious about the bosses walking the floors. Henry was in another colourful abomination of a suit, whilst William was covered up in mechanics overalls, clearly having been in the parts and services room and tinkering away on some project for a majority of the morning. Each one with a small child on their arm, making you smile as you realised that they were going to have lunch in the dining room with their kids rather than hide away in the back office. Although you felt a small pang that your homemade lunch was going to go to waste that day.

Charlie and Vanessa waved to you as they went past, and you waved back brightly to them, making them both giggle excitedly and both of the men smile at seeing their daughters happy. Henry bending down to pick up Charlie and carrying her over to a booth whilst William simply held Vanessa's hand, keeping her close as he slid in opposite his business partner. Chatting away idly to him about something quietly whilst the girls grabbed Freddy's colouring sheets and some crayons, doodling away quite happily whilst their dads talked.

It was a super cute sight to see, and you noticed a lot of the older staff looking happy at the sight as well, whilst the newer staff just looked mildly confused at the development.

Heading on over after nobody moved for a second, you smiled at the men who both smiled back. Charlie giving you a shy smile and Vanessa practically bouncing in her seat as she recognised you. "Hi miss! Hi miss!" You laughed as she greeted you, hearing a chuckle from Henry and seeing William's cheeks colouring slightly beneath his stubble. Planting his hand on his daughter's shoulder in an attempt to get her to sit down properly in her seat. You could tell she was a menace of a child if they ever went out to eat somewhere. Deciding to see about making Charlie giggle perhaps, since she seemed to be the shyer of the two.

"Welcome to Freddy's folks! Have you been here before?" You chirped in your customer service voice, making the two children giggle wildly as Henry looked like he'd blue-screened for a moment and William raised a thick eyebrow, looking at you over his glasses with humour in his eyes.

"Yep! We're friends of Freddy and Bonnie and Chica and Foxy and Fredbear, and Spring-Bonnie!" Vanessa piped up, making you dramatically place a hand over your heart and widening your eyes and expression into dramatic shock. The little girls giggling at the sight and making you fight not to smile with them.

"You're friends with them?! Well now, I'm friends with them too! I'm surprised we've never met." Exagerating your expressions slightly to send the girls into giggles as Henry recovered from his mild crisis and William leaned back in the booth, the corner of his mouth twitching and fighting a smile just like you were.

"We're far more private friends with them." William joined in, his gravelly voice laced with amusement as he met your eyes briefly, winking at you and making your cheeks flush slightly.

"Private friends hey? Well here at Freddy's, we believe everybody can be friends!" Vanessa and Charlie giggling as they looked over the menus sat infront of their dads before looking up at you with a sense of awe.

"Can I have a mini pepperoni with mushrooms?" Vanessa asked politety, looking at her dad before continuing "And a cola?"

"No cola, Vanessa. She can have juice." William interjected, making his daughter pout cutely at him as the already hyperactive child was denied her sugar rush.

"Please may I have just a cheese pizza?" Charlie asked in her soft voice. You nodded and wrote down the order on your mini-pad from your pocket, watching Henry smile and ruffle Charlie's hair affectionately before he finally turned to you properly.

"She can have a juice too, and what do you say Will, you want to split a pepperoni?" Smiling brightly as William finally allowed his lips to curl up at the edge and smile slightly, glancing back at Henry and then at you once more.

"Sure thing. And two sodas, might as well have the full Freddy's experience." He joked, making you laugh as you wrote it down and put the pad away, clearing the menus from the table temporarily and quickly looking over the kids doodles.

"Alright! I'll get that into the kitchen for you." Smiling brightly as you headed away, hearing the girls excitedly chatting about how you asked if it was their first time at Freddy's. The low murmur of voices soothing any nerves you had about doing something like that as you ripped off the order and pushed it through to the kitchen, the chefs nodding and getting to making it whilst you handed the drinks off to another one of the front of house.

Grabbing yourself a fountain drink and reminding yourself to pay it into the till later, you sipped at it as you glanced across the restaurant before heading back to the employee breakroom to go eat your own lunch. Spotting Garrett in there and animatedly talking to some of the new hires.

"So anyway, Wiffle Bat Willy can be a bit of a hardass." He said, clearly in the middle of a debrief or telling a story as you padded over to the fridge, grabbing the bag with your name on it as you could almost hear the confusion in one of the young men's voices.

"Wait, why's he called 'Wiffle Bat Willy'?"

"Because he clocked a kid in the head with a wiffle ball." Garrett explained and rolled his eyes like it was obvious. Shit-eating grin on his face as he spread your boss' nickname to the newbies, and you somehow knew that this would be a running joke for generations of staff to come.

I will never not go feral for soft William that can absolutely destroy the reader in bed

So Bunny Ears won the HeadCannon poll by a fair margin! Don't worry Vamp!Will fans, I'll also do one for him and the AU at a later point, but of course, I must write for our soft husband first.

William loves fruit flavoured candies, specifically gummy candies

However he does keep a bag of jolly ranchers in his desk drawer and enjoys freaking people out when he crunches them rather than letting them melt.

He was punk in college and occasionally puts his tongue piercing back in to stop it from closing. He has however swallowed the ball for it too many times to count.

He loves pecan pie, especially the kind with whipping cream and caramel drizzle

At some point during a drunken dinner, Henry tried to convince him to get matching Fredbear and Spring-Bonnie tattoos. Henry went first and William went home.

When he's sick, William turns into a grumpy(ier) man. Refuses to take sick days and might take some cold-and-flu medication if he feels super ill. Henry and Sarah have absolutely had to drag his ass to urgent care to force him to see a doctor on multiple occasions.

In college he was one of those people who could not revise for anything and then aced all his assignments, even if he didn't turn up to class.

Holds the high-score in 'Fruity Maze' and honestly a shocking amount of the arcade games, and no he doesn't use the cheats even though he knows all of them because he has to debug the machines after kids try to manipulate them for cheats.

His full name is William David Afton, although he usually misses out his middle name because he's not a huge fan of it.

Not an openly humorous man, but he loves inside jokes with people. He particularly enjoys flustering a certain new girlfriend, and gleefully remembers when the whole ID incident occurred between them.

NSFW HeadCannons under the cut

William Afton absolutely goes feral for lingerie. More specifically, he loves ripping it to show off how strong he is, and the more expensive the better as he knows he can just afford to buy you new ones if you want them.

Call him 'sir' and he'll loose that extra bit of control, he likes the authority he has not as your boss, but that he can show you all those skills he's learnt behind closed doors.

That man has SUCH a biting kink. He wants to mark you up and let people see who you belong to and that it was passionate, it's also a bit of a trust thing since it's stupidly easy for a man of his size to accidentally be a little too rough and break skin.

Don't even get him started on cock-warming. He's definitely not fantasised about having you in his lap and warming him up whilst he tries to teach you how to fix the animatronics.

Has an oral fixation. It's part of the reason for loving gummy candies, but he certainly isn't going to complain if he can put that fixation to tasting you in any way possible. Kissing, biting, eating you out. He's all too happy to do it all. When you bit his ring off, he went absolutely feral knowing that your pretty mouth could become fixated too.

I love how you write the first meetings between the reader and William so naturally. Meeting at the clock out machine is such a creative scenario, like how do you even come up with these things???

And boy oh boy, you layed it on thick right in the first chapter, I love it! If this is going to be a dark series, like Mechanised devotion was, then I'm so looking forward to reading more of it!

Melancholia (William Afton x F! Reader) [Part 1]

~So, I decided I wanted a go at writing William Afton from the games instead of Movie version/Steve Raglan, and I thought, what better way to explore that than through some really obvious religious imagery because that man definitely has a god-complex. This is obviously an AU, please don't hate on it because 'it's not cannon'~

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI - Age difference, Older man/younger woman, Murder (adult and child), violent acts, manipulation, gas-lighting, dead bodies, blood, gore, graphic description of injury, use of religious imagery, toxic relationship, boss x employee, god-complex, knife-play

The shrieks of voices and the blaring, bleeping arcade lights were almost overwhelming if you had never been to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza before. There was always a chaotic energy to the place, kids running about, practically seeing who could take out the most staff as they barrelled from the dining area and party rooms towards the arcade. You learnt to be quick on your feet and observant of your surroundings quite quickly.

"Hey superstar, you need to watch where you're going okay?" You laughed to a child who almost collided with your legs, one hand shooting down to protect your black work pants from the half-drunk cup of soda as they looked up at you and stuck their tongue out, scowling as much as the chubby face of an eight year old could before running off again.

Picking one of the nearby tables that had no patrons sat at it, you began to clean up. Piling up the discarded wax-paper lined baskets of half-chewed fries coated in god-knew-how-much ketchup and the pizza tray, swearing under your breath as you spilt soda down your purple starry vest. The uniform had changed recently from fairly easy to clean plain red, to the god-awful embroidered purple, the silver stars were supposed to match the curtains on Pirate's Cove and the paper ones that hung from the ceiling. Glancing up at them, you caught sight of the large window that overlooked the main dining room, the dark.

Every employee in Freddy's knew of that room. William Afton's office, from where he looked down at all the people like god-on-high. You hadn't had a run in with Afton during your two year employment, but you'd heard the tales. He moved weirdly silently for a man of his height, you'd even heard co-workers joking that he wasn't even human, that Henry Emily had replaced him with a robot some time ago, that you could tell by the cold, dead way his blue eyes focused on people. That he had been the one orchestrating the aftermath when an employee had had their skull cracked open by a malfunctioning animatronic, standing calmly amongst the chaos and blood with barely a wrinkled nose of disgust.

A touch on your shoulder shook your out of your thoughts and snapped you back into the chaos of Freddy's once more. The dark, neon patterned carpet making your eyes swim as you realised you had looked down automatically to child level.

"You look fucking exhausted." A mousy brown haired guy laughed, wearing the same uniform as you, his own white shirt splattered with ketchup and other slightly dubious grease stains as you relaxed your shoulders. You couldn't remember his name, but you knew the guy at least, you'd worked together a few times, and he always spared a smile for you.

"There are children present." You mumbled, earning a laugh as he grabbed the glasses from the table, holding onto them as you picked up the tray full of dining debris and headed towards the kitchen together. "If Mr. Emily or Mr. Afton catches you, you'll get your pay docked."

"Mr. Emily keeps himself in the workshop constantly and maybe three people on staff have seen Mr. Afton, like...ever." He laughed, rolling his eyes and weaving through bodies like he too was well practised, although the slight sheen to the work pants legs told of plenty of grabby little, sticky hands that had collided with him.

"He's not a god-damn cryptid!" Shaking your head and placing down the clutter from the wash-pass, wiping down your hands against your pants before bending over slightly and looking at the clock through the small window.

It was time to clock out at least, sighing as you headed towards the back corridors that belonged to the staff. The colourful lights dancing across everything in the pizzeria as you heard Freddy and the band starting up through the tinny speakers that should have been replaced something like a decade ago. Your colleague following you with a shrug as he gestured to the chunky watch he had on his wrist.

"Hey, it's time for me to clock off too. God knows we don't get overtime, and secondly, going back to my earlier point; half these kids know more foul language than we do." Pointing to a corner where a bunch of kids seemed to be focused on a much small child, crying in the corner. The laughter you could faintly hear as you passed by them to get to the employee's only door giving you a good indication that it wasn't in good nature, both looking at each other before walking a little faster.

Not on the clock, not your problem.

You waved goodbye as you headed towards the women's locker room on the west side of the building, thankful that least upper management had thought to put in separate changing rooms as you tiredly unbuttoned the starry vest, breathing a sigh of relief as you ran your fingers through your hair. Cringing when you realised that you didn't quite know what they'd touched through the day and sighing that you were going to have to wash your hair. Again. Nobody told you that working with kids would leave you feeling like you should get hazard pay for simply being in their vicinity, god only knew how many times you'd filed for sick pay when some brat had given you the flu or some other stubborn thing that wouldn't leave you be.

Changing quickly, you headed out. Uniform stuck in a plastic bag to avoid it getting too close to the semi-clean clothes you'd shoved in, in order to change into once your shift ended. Glancing up and down the comparatively quiet corridor as you picked up your time card and placed it into the clock, swearing slightly as you couldn't get the punch to work. Banging your fist against the wall in frustration, wondering why management didn't just spend a little more money on the damn equipment that you all had to use, rather than public relations to cover the bad press the pizzeria had.

"Is there a problem?"

You spun on your heel as you heard the unfamiliar voice, brow knitted together as you stared at the voice's owner. He was leaned against the nearby wall, his head cocked to one side slightly as he looked down at you with a cold regard that seemed more like he was regarding something inanimate than a person. Glancing over him, he was slender, but wiry as he had his arms crossed over his chest, able to see the tendons moving in his hands as his fingers flexed, but he was wearing the white shirt, purple starry vest and black pants that marked him as part of Freddy's. The start of dark circles under his eyes were also par for the course.

"Yeah, stupid punch clock won't move." Huffing and turning your attention back to the clock, feeling yourself wince as you noticed the time had crawled by and you were already a few minutes over your shift. Time you would never get back. "You can clock in in a moment."

He was too clean to have been clocking out. You supposed that the clock on the other side of the halls closer to the men's was probably just as busted, if not more so.

A pale, slender hand reached into your vision and startled you, making you take a step back as the man clicked a small button on the side of the clock before pressing down the stamp. Stamping your card for you, pulling it out with a flourish and handing it over with a lazy smile that made your chest tighten unusually, even if his blue eyes didn't seem to carry any warmth to them.

"You've got to check the safety's on or not. It's to stop people messing with the time cards if they came back here accidentally." His accent was rough, British, soothing. You frowned, looking up slightly at him and watching as he ran his fingers through his cool brown hair, which seemed roughly cut like he had done it himself. Greying at the temples and the occasional grey hair standing out against his darker hair. "You'll get used to it."

"I've worked here for two years and never heard of that bullshit." You muttered, rolling your eyes and changing your bag to your other hand as the man raised a thick eyebrow and stared at you some more.

"You've worked here for two years?" Seemingly surprised by the statement as you shrugged your shoulders. Wanting to go home and collapse onto your bed, not stand around talking to some newbie.

"And?"

"I've just never seen you around."

"You probably know me by my name, it's-"

"I honestly don't give a fuck what your name is. I need to finish my work, and you should go home, doll, I'm sure there's...something...you have to fill your time with." The sudden shift in his soothing voice made you blink, his tone never changing, reading as bored. Somehow, you felt mildly offended that this stranger simply seemed not to care, sucking your teeth and tutting as you shook your head and began to walk for the door. Feeling his eyes linger for just a moment before footsteps moving away told you that you were being left alone.

The next day, you managed to drag yourself into Freddy's with five minutes to spare before your shift. Grabbing your punch card and clocking in before you quickly got on your freshly washed uniform with barely enough time to grab a soda and carry with you into the main dining area. Wednesdays had never been particularly busy, but then again, what counted as 'quiet' for Freddy's never quite aligned to the other businesses in Hurricane's idea of it.

You took a deep breath and went to lean against the prize counter for a brief reprieve before the onslaught, hearing a door open and looking towards the arched entrance and waiting for a customer to emerge despite the fact it was nine in the morning, shrugging when you didn't see one emerging. Eyes flickering about to see if you could locate where the noise had come from, seeing movement on the staircase up to Afton's office that was tucked away in the corner of the pizzeria. Raising your eyebrow as you pulled out your soda and took a sip, wondering who was visiting your elusive boss.

You almost choked when the figure paused and looked directly at you however.

It was the guy from the previous day. Only this time he had a black blazer over the top of his purple vest, one lapel covered in various pin-badges from the arcade games and prize counter that made a faint clinking noise with how many there were as he walked in your direction. His hair was swept back, like he had just run his finger through it, and you could see a slight curl to the flyaway pieces that had refused to comply. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks as he glanced at you for a moment, pausing and blinking slowly as you stared back.

"No trouble with the punch-clock this morning then?" That same soothing lull to his voice as you quietly shook your head and took another sip of your drink. Eyes flickering over his badges on his lapel, one worn out enamel pin of what looked like a rabbit head catching your eye before you spotted some red against his purple vest. The colour having seeped into the silvery stars embroidery.

"You have something on your vest." Making the man look down, pulling his vest away from his body to look before his blue eyes snapped back up. A wolfish grin spreading across your face that made your heart race just a little as there was a dark spark in the usually dim eyes.

"Oh, nothing to worry about. It's only marinara sauce."

With that, he passed by. No explanation, no excuse. You watched the tall, lithe man leave with a little confusion as to who he was. You decided that you had to know, jogging after him slightly to catch up with his long, purposeful strides. The man pausing and looking at you curiously, eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Look, you might not give a fuck about what my name is, but I do give a fuck about what yours is." Crossing your arms across your chest, he cocked his head slightly, regarding you with a sudden interest that hadn't been there before. Like he was realising that you were a living, breathing person for the first time. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face, turning to face you fully before sliding his hand from his pocket, offering it for you to shake. You noticed that his hands were well manicured, even if the nails were a little longer than you expected and the way he squeezed your hand when you shook made them bite a little into your skin.

"William, Afton that is." You could feel the colour draining from your face as he pulled you forwards, having to take a step closer and his voice low, almost purring as he spoke quietly. "And don't worry, doll, I'll let the swearing slide this time."

"You didn't care yesterday."

"You weren't in uniform yesterday, remember?" Releasing your hand and giving you another wolfish smile as his hand returned to his pockets, the faint jingle of the pin badges as he moved an almost comical sound as William stared for a second. Turning on his heels and moving off with no more thought than if he had already said 'goodbye'.

Well, now you could at least say you had met one of your bosses. Even if something in the back of your head scratched and itched as to why William Afton was handling marinara sauce, reasoning that it was probably from his lunch break, not that he looked like he ate often, and you had never actually seen somebody take anything up to his office space. Glancing at the darkened upstairs window, you shook your head and decided it wasn't worth thinking about. Swallowing down your confusion and settling your sights on one of the smaller, fresher faced workers with a scowl as they tried to make a beeline for the prize-counter unnoticed.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, newbie? Older workers get to pick their jobs first, you know the rules." The unwritten code of Fazbear Entertainment workers as the smaller figure startled and scurried away whilst you detoured to pick up your drink and head towards the prize counter.

It was going to be a long day.

You'd forgotten you were on closing duties, even though you had begged to swap. Open to close was a brutal shift that nobody enjoyed, especially since to 'cut costs', recently there had only been one member of staff closing down each night. The pizzeria was creepy when the lights were mostly turned off, only the flickering arcade screens and the backlit animatronic stage to light the main dining area. Casting long shadows across Freddy, Bonnie and Chica's soft furred parts. The eye sockets seeming hollower without the eyes being lit up, the way their jaws hung open slackly seeming almost like the death throes of the animals they represented, or an all too human scream. You couldn't decide which was worse.

Heading back into the employee corridor, your footsteps seemed to echo slightly against the chequered tiles, so used to the faint sound of the extremely loud music playing from birthday parties and children's games as they ran around. Instead, there was only your footsteps and the hum of the halogen light strips above you. Casting everything in a slight sickly yellow glow. Eyes darting as you took stock of the cobwebs that had probably been there since the restaurant opened, posters lining the check bordered walls, kids drawings scattered amongst it all. Memories of happy children who loved to see the animatronics perform, or had their birthdays at that location.

You were pulled from your thoughts as a metallic clatter caught your attention. Pausing and glancing down the corridor where the sound came from. There was only one door at the end of it, which you couldn't read the signage on from where you stood. Slowly approaching and trying to place your heel down first, quieting your footsteps against the tile as your heart began to thump harder in your chest.

"Hello?" You called out instinctually, cursing yourself for it when you were trying to be sneaky. If there was anybody, they surely would have gotten spooked and ran off by the time you got to the door, but you reasoned that you weren't about to get jumped by some drugged up junkie looking to steal metal to sell off to feed their habit. The door looming large as your eyes wandered over the lettering embossed onto the plaque screwed to it. 'Parts and Services'.

Pushing the door open, you had to blink to adjust your eyes to the darkness inside. Swallowing as you stepped in and the heavy door automatically swung shut under it's own weight behind you. Eyes adjusting to the very low light, flickering as your hands reached out in front of you and felt for some form of light to turn on.

Two years you had worked there, two years you had avoided any of the creepy horror stories that surrounded Freddy's and it's owners. You just had to go and stick your nose where it didn't belong, and you were left fumbling in the dark, managing to grab onto a table as you slipped in something slick across the tile floor. Feeling across the table and squealing when your fingers touched something furry. Praying that it wasn't a rat that had decided to place itself upon the altar of mechanical parts. Heart beating so quickly you could hear it pounding in your ears, hands shaking as you reached your hand out again to check whether or not the thing was still there.

Your fingers found the furred texture again, realising it was longer than anticipated and pushing your fingers into it, trying to figure out what on earth it was.

"And on the first day, the lord said; let there be light!" The voice startling you as it seemed to be so close yet so far away, blinking rapidly as the light turned on in the room and you couldn't help but flinch and look down towards the table. Your head hurt with the rapid change of light, taking a moment to adjust as your fingers curled around the soft texture in your hand, keeping your head down, vision finally clearing.

To see the face of your co-worker staring back at you with the same slack jawed expression that the animatronics had. Your hand in his hair, shrieking and pulling your hand free, slipping and tumbling as the face followed and you watched in silent horror as the head bounced against the tile. Rolling to face away, the bloody, raw meat, bone and gristle that you could see inside of what was once a neck, looking down and realising that your shaking hands were covered in claret. Thick, clotting, the smell of hot pennies and raw red meat overwhelming, wondering how you didn't notice it before.

Footsteps, your eyes wide and transfixed on the rolled head of your co-worker as well polished black shoes came into view, kicking the head slightly and making you wince as you head the meaty thud it made when it connected. Bloody hands coming into view, one clutching a fire-axe near the head as the figure crouched. Looking up, you saw the pale, angular face. Star vest coated in red, splashed against his pale skin as the blue eyes sparkled. William looked positively elated, a predatory grin across his face as you looked him over, realising that the childish pin-badges were coated in the gore too.

"Oh doll, you shouldn't have come back here. But I'm not going to punish your curiosity, little lamb." The cool, calm British voice made you shiver, there was something dark and feral in the way he fixed you under his intense gaze, eyes lazily drawing down your now coated body with his own shiver of delight as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

"H-He's- He's..." You stammered and William scoffed, rolling his eyes as he reached out, placing the flat side of the bloody axe under your chin and tilting it up so you would look at him again.

"Come on doll, you can say the word." Cooing encouragingly as you trembled before him.

"Dead. You...Oh god you killed him!"

"That's right, here at Freddy's, I am god." A self satisfied smirk as he tilted the axe to make the blade almost brush against your skin. Heart pounding as you realised that this was probably the end. Murdered by your boss, covered in your co-workers blood.

"So let me show you what a merciful god I am, and allow you to take your first communion." Standing up and spreading his arms wide, smile never leaving his face as the single lightbulb above illuminated behind his tousled, greying hair and formed a bloody halo for William Afton.

Melancholia (William Afton x F! Reader) [Part 2]

~You may want to have little bit of a stronger stomach for this one, folks~

@itsybitsyb0nes @springlockedfool @brightcosmos

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI - Age difference, Older man/younger woman, Murder (adult and child), violent acts, manipulation, gas-lighting, dead bodies, blood, gore, graphic description of injury, use of religious imagery, toxic relationship, boss x employee, god-complex, knife-play, vomiting/retching/gagging

William Afton gazed down at your frightened form beneath him. Shadowed by his presence, covered in blood and his sins with the wide look of horror and fear that made his shiver in anticipation. His hands tightening on the axe instinctually as his pupils widened in the low light. Adrenaline coursing through him, the thrill of being caught in such a perverse act, dismembering a body. He almost wished you had gotten there all but ten minutes earlier, he wondered what you would have done, seeing the killing blow being brought down on your co-workers head.

The body had no use to him anymore. But you had potential as his newest disciple.

He grabbed your arm, gripping so tightly you knew you would bruise, making you yelp as he dragged you to your feet despite the slick floor. You could see it properly now that the light was turned on. The gore that splattered across the table, oozing from the gap where his head once sat. There was something acrid smelling too that dripped from a throat that would never close again, making bile rising in your own throat as you looked over the torso that had been stripped down. Shirt and vest gone, you could make it out in a bin-bag in the corner of the room, you felt at least grateful that William had left your co-workers pants on. As strange as the thought was.

William slid in behind you, making your body tense as you could feel the taller, predatory figure against your coated back. Barely warm blood seeping into your own clothes, as Afton wrapped his hands around yours, placing the axe into them as your mind raced as to what he was doing. Shock had settled in deep within your psyche.

You hadn't even cried tears for your co-worker yet.

His hands moved awkwardly around your loose grip, staring at the body in front of you as he forced you to bring it down. Flinching as your hands gripped onto the shaft of the axe handle despite the fact you wanted to do anything but that in that moment as the sharp blade bit into the torso. The sickening sound of wet meat and crunching bones and cartilage filling your ears as William raised your hands again, letting the weight of the axe fall and cutting further into the chest. The low, almost wheeze of air exiting dead lungs, sounding almost like a moan of pain making you finally sob as your body shook. The reality hitting you as you tried to struggle away from your boss but were only met with his hands tightening on yours and forcing the axe down harder.

You had never wanted to know what the smell of a split human stomach was, or to know what the bisection of a lung looked like, but you gagged as those images were seared into your retinas. William humming in distaste as he surveyed what you had accomplished together. Turning his head towards yours and smiling almost reassuringly as his eyes sparked and his breathing was a little ragged, licking up the track of one of your tears as you continued to sob. Squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head away.

"Little lamb, you took communion so well. Doesn't it feel good?" He cooed, stroking your hair with bloody hands and streaking more evidence through it as you gagged. The smell in the small room was vile, as was your proximity to the murderer.

"N-No...God, no it doesn't feel good. You're a monster."

"If I'm a monster, then so are you. Your prints are now all over the weapon, I could testify that you helped me cut him up into little pieces." A promise, a threat, as William stepped out from behind you. Axe over his shoulder as he surveyed what was left to be done. Tutting and sucking air through his teeth as he stood over the body, fingers tapping impatiently over the wooden handle of his chosen weapon. "Damn it, you got his stomach. That's going to be a pain to clean up."

The comment was almost so normal that you couldn't help a startled laugh that escaped your lips, making William raise an eyebrow at you as you were half laughing, half sobbing. Choking on mucus and spit as your mind reeled at what was happening.

"Oh well I'm terribly sorry I've made a mess." The words were as slick with venom as there was bile in your throat. William huffed, that predatory smile returning to his face as he hefted the axe again, swinging it with vicious force and burying it half into one hip joint. Hearing the meaty crack and splinter that meant he had met his mark.

"Your apology is accepted, little lamb. Now," Another swing as you kept your head turned, unable to watch but only finding yourself staring at the decapitated head on the floor instead. "Strip."

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?" Your head snapped back towards William, who shrugged off his blazer, unbuttoning the purple, starred vest and revealing how tightly his white shirt fixed to his firm chest. The only sign of blood against his cheeks, smattered into his grey hair and across the collar of his white shirt. Not even glancing at you as he picked up the axe again. starting to separate the other leg from the body.

"Strip. You're covered in evidence and we need to get rid of it." Gesturing to your vaguely as you looked down at yourself. The tears still streaming down your face, unable to stop them as you realise your breathing was no longer verging into hyperventilation. "Also, second warning for language."

"You're chopping up a...you're chopping up one of my friends and you're warning me about swearing?"

"You're in uniform. You know the rules."

"Pretty sure there's rules about murder too."

"Freddy's is a place where fantasy and fun comes to life. This is my fun." The way he so easily twisted the tagline for the normally cheerful restaurant turned your stomach. But you weren't sure your already weak digestive system could handle adding to the smell of blood, meat and vomit that permeated the small space. "Now, are you going to give me your damn clothes, or am I going to have to come rip them off of you?" Turning his attention to you with the same slow, predatory smile that made your blood run cold.

Shaking your head to indicate that it wouldn't be necessary, your fingers shook as you unbuttoned your own star vest. Shrugging it off before letting it drop to the floor. Swallowing hard as you began to unbutton your shirt too, glancing up at Afton and watching as he had completely turned his attention back to the body, swinging the axe with precise movements that made you wonder just how many times he'd made the motion before, how he managed to keep so calm and collected about it all. Your shirt dropped too, hands covering your bra and chest as you tried to discreetly reach behind you and check whether or not there was blood on the strap around your back.

"Shoes and socks too."

"Mr. Afton, I-" Opening your mouth to protest as you looked at the gore on the floor, swallowing hard as you tried to desperately not think how it had been a living human that you knew.

"No ifs ands or buts. All of it comes off. You can keep your underwear if you like. You got it all over you."

"And you didn't?"

"That's different. I know how to get blood out of my clothes." Another swing and he used the blade of the axe to move the pieces he'd cut towards the edge of the table. Grabbing a few trash bags and wrapping them around the various limbs, bone splinters and internal organs as they spilt out of the body cavity. Your stomach turned as you heard and watched them sloshing about.

"And I, as somebody who has a period doesn't?" The comment slipped out before you could stop it, making Afton pause and look up at you. That manic smile reappearing as he began to laugh, the sound rich and vibrant as his blue eyes flashed, running his hand through his brown hair as his tongue worried over one canine.

"See, I knew I was right about you, there's something workable in there." Laughing as he shook his head in disbelief. Continuing to scrape and clean the table with a practised ease, even as he grunted whilst moving some of the heavier bags. Bringing out a tub of cleaning supplies and gesturing vaguely to the binbag pile. "Put your clothes in there when you're done. You can go wait in the bathroom if you like. Although, if I find that you've left, or decided to call the cops..." He trailed off and gestured to the table in front of you. Making you nod in understanding before you finished stripping down and gingerly placing your clothes in the bag. Trying not to gag and failing as you were sure that you touched still warm intestines.

You hurried towards the bathrooms, looking around the hallway section and realising that it was perfect for William to work in. There were no cameras apart from near the door into the main dining area, since there were bathrooms near by and it would open up the company to all sorts of lawsuits if somebody felt that their privacy was being invaded.

It felt like an age, sat against the cold tile and shivering, arms wrapped around yourself as you wished that you could warm up. In reality, it wasn't that cold, but the shock had set in and your body was trying anything to shut out the horror, the feeling of cooling skin beneath your fingers. Organ meat squishing in black bags, the way that your co-worker's head bounced against the floor before William Afton booted it out of the way.

You weren't as covered as you were, but you could feel the ghost of the blood lingering against your skin.

The bathroom door swung open, and you barely lifted your head from your knees. It wasn't until a soft hand touched your head that you looked up, bleary eyes puffy from crying as the reality sunk in that you had experienced death up close and personal. You hoped for a saviour.

All you got was William Afton.

He was shirtless, and you realised after a quick appraisal, pantsless too. Wearing tight black boxers, you might have laughed at the absurdity of it all if you weren't tracing the faint lines and dots that seemed to be mirrored up his chest. A sparse trail of hair across his chest and stomach as he smiled in what you supposed was a benevolent way down at you. He looked like a priest, laying hands on the congregation and absolving them of their sins.

The irony did not escape you.

"You need to shower. I have some spare clothes in here that we can use."

"Leave me be. Maybe I'll wake up from this nightmare if I just keep my eyes closed." Murmuring as William sighed and tutted. Crouching down in front of you and running those same bloody hands soothingly over your hair.

"Most people would be happy to be in the presence of a man like me." He sighed, watching your head move slightly as you looked at his angular features, the dark almost bruises under his eyes making his blue eyes stand out more as the lacked that spark once more. Cold. Dead.

"A murderer?"

"A god, little lamb."

"You're not a god, you're sick."

"I have controlled life, whether somebody lives and somebody dies. Is that not, in it's most basic essence, what a god is?" You stared at him as he gave a rueful smile, his hand landing on your cheek and stroking the thumb over your cheek bone as he stood up, turning and cocking his head to one side as he gave you a smile.

"Do not make me regret my decision to be benevolent, little lamb."

You woke up in your own bed the next day. The lingering sense of an uneasy dream following you as you swallowed, reaching for the half drunk soda besides your bed as you looked at the time, rubbing at your face with your palm, digging the heel in.

You could have almost convinced yourself that it was really just a horrible dream if it wasn't for the new, still in the plastic wrapping uniform that sat on your dresser.

Bile rose and you grabbed the trashcan nearby as your guts emptied themselves of their contents. Coughing and spluttering as you drooled acid and orange tinted stomach lining into the bag lining the trash. Splashes of dark soda looking too much like congealed blood in your shaken mind as you retched again. Your head hurt, your whole body hurt. Grabbing the phone as tears streamed down your cheeks and you tried to swallow back the foul, acrid taste in your mouth. Tongue running over your fuzzy teeth as you dialled the number for Freddy's and heard it ring a few times, staring off into space as you waited for somebody to pick up.

"Good morning, little lamb." The cool British accent made you want to cry as you felt your whole body tensing. Sobbing before you could control it, free hand shakily reaching up and wiping your trembling lips as you heard him make a satisfied hum through the crackling phone-line. "No good morning for me?"

"Go to hell." You croaked, earning a tut and a chuckle from your boss.

"Rude. And here I was thinking that we parted last night with a special understanding." You could practically hear his pout through the phone.

"What, that I'll be dead before I hit the door if I told anybody?" Thinking back to the blended blur of emotional turmoil, unable to pick out a specific point where he might have been referring to.

"That too, but that you would be my disciple."

"I'm not your disciple. I'm your fucking Judas." You spat, tired of him harping on with what you had pieced together was a god-complex. Running your fingers through your hair as you moved the trashcan to one side, hoping that moving the source of the smell would make you less queasy.

"Fiesty today aren't you? Well, Judas was still a disciple first, dear, if you're going to try and use faith against me." Chuckling through the phone as you heard a faint creak and imagined William leaning back in an office chair. "Why did you call, little lamb?"

"I called Freddy's, not you."

"Sadly, there was a network outage last night, the only phones that work in the building right now are Henry's and mine." You swore under your breath, feeling your fingers snag in a knot that had formed as you tossed and turned over your pillow. Glancing back at your messed up sheets and comforter before sighing.

"I've thrown up, I shouldn't be around food today."

"Perfect, then you'll work in my office. I need somebody to help me do paperwork." You could hear the disinterested musing in his voice, despite the fact that your stomach was still twisting, your blood boiled, hands tightening on the phone. "See you in a few hours, little lamb."

The fact he had hung up on you didn't even register until you went to open your mouth, and all your heard was the sound of the dead line.

It was almost funny, how easily William Afton snuffed out things like that.

Afton's office was surprisingly spacious when you had entered it upon arrival to work. Dressed in a uniform so new and crisp that it dug into you at weird angles slightly, you felt embarrassed as your colleagues stared at you and whispered amongst themselves. Any rumours that had started to percolate were quickly dismissed however, as soon as they saw your drained, greenish complexion.

You weren't really in a fit state to be working.

But there you sat, on a kid's party chair that William had clearly dragged up the stairs and sat at a low coffee table. The room itself wasn't large, but William had kept it relatively dark. A control panel on one wall that you figured was for party lighting, which made sense as you knew a lot of kids would find and fiddle with it otherwise. You were surprised however, to see the same paper stars and neon confetti carpet in the space, despite the dark, dull furniture, the lack of personal items about the place and on surfaces, you would almost describe the office as friendly.

Almost.

William Afton ruined the illusion entirely.

The tall man was dressed in another black suit ensemble, white shirt and purple vest. His pin-badges were back too, although when you looked carefully, they were different than the day before. The worn out enamel one was still there. An almost skeletal grin on what might once have been a yellow bunny, you wondered how many damn badges he had that he could just change them on a whim. His hair tousled back roughly, blue eyes flickering over paperwork as he silently leafed through them.

He hadn't even greeted you when you entered his office, simply gestured to the too small chair and a pile of manila envelopes. You figured out the task pretty quickly, stamp the envelopes and push in the paperwork that needed to be filled out into them, realising that they were health and safety training on 'bio-hazard clean-up'. A little scoff escaped your lips at the absurdity, making William glance up at you and raise an eyebrow before going back to his paperwork.

"So, are we not going to mention last night, at all?" You were the one the break the silence first, watching your boss pause before leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. Realising all too late that you had played directly into his hand.

"What is there to talk about, unless you want to relive the gory details?" His eyes sparked and his tongue ran over his teeth, your head shook before you could stop it. Earning a disappointed huff from him as he sat back in his office chair. The plastic groaning as it strained slightly. Eyeing you coolly before slowly standing to his towering height. Rolling his shoulders and joints, hearing the pop and crackle of joints that seemed a little bit worse for wear than somebody his age should be.

"Why didn't you kill me?" The words hung heavy from your lips, William staring at you before approaching you, nodding his head up as a gesture for you to stand, waiting for your compliance before growing frustrated that you weren't moving quickly enough for his liking. Grabbing your upper arm in a vice-like grip, making you yelp as you tried to fling your weight out of his hand whilst he sighed and dragged you over to the large glass window that took up a large portion of his office.

"What are you doing, let me go!" You protested, trying to stop yourself from approaching the glass as images of you being thrown through it came to mind.

Afton scoffed as he wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck. Forcing you to look down over the dining area and watch as your co-workers moved about and children played as normal. Running, screaming, even behind the thick, one-way glass, you could hear the tinny bass of the music from Freddy and the band. You hadn't ever realised it was one-way, thinking the darkness of the glass was a trick of the light and angle.

"See? Isn't being so high wonderful? I get to watch you all and play with your lives without you realising it. Want more hours? You'll have to impress me first. Piss me off? You'll barely meet the requirements of the contract for your employment." His breath cool against your ear and making you shiver as your gaze flickered sideways, and you saw that same elated spark.

"I-I see." Swallowing, praying he would let you go soon. But William's eyes were focused outside, watching the pizzeria go by without a care.

"Pick one." His voice startled you, your attention landing fully on his his intense blue gaze.

"What?" "Pick one."

"For what?"

"You'll find out. Pick one. This is a chance for you to play god with me, little lamb, and I am not comfortable sharing my throne."

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked down at the swirling mass of families and workers. Eyes naturally drawn to the purple of the staff vests, but then your attention flickered to a child running through in a bright pink dress and blonde curls, before an adult leaning against one of the vending machines and trying to sneakily vape caught your attention. A group of children circled around a smaller one, a child in a party hat. You couldn't pick a child, the smell of spilt vomit and heavy, cloying iron filling your mind as you thought of that inanimate, slack jawed expression on such a young face.

You couldn't pick one.

Could you?

The cool glass under your fingertip was the first indication that you had in fact, chosen.

"That one." The words a whisper almost lost on William as he glanced along your line of sight. A slowly building mania palpable on his face as he looked where you were pointing.

A young lad, perhaps twelve, maybe a little younger and large for his age. You recognised that striped t-shirt from a mile away, the poorly done buzz-cut, he was a real handful for everybody who worked there. Parents dropped him off with five dollars and the promise that they would 'be back later before closing', and so the child had become a menace in search of arcade tokens, tickets and loose change. You couldn't believe that you had picked a child out for whatever William had planned.

And neither could he.

"An interesting choice, little lamb...I'll be back in a moment." His hands lingering down your back as he released the grip on your nape, trailing down the curve of your spine before offering you that wide smile, although the light didn't reach his eyes as usual. Stuffing his hands into his blazer pockets, you didn't need to be told twice to stay where you were.

William made his way down the spiral staircase that might have once been an exterior features for a building, you watched helplessly from above as he stalked his chosen prey through the crowd. How he bobbed and weaved with a grace and ease that surprised you given how tall he was, and whilst he wasn't thin, it would have been very hard to call him 'built'. Swallowing hard as the adrenaline set in, watching as he approached the child, wondering that surely, William wasn't such a monster that he would harm a child. Let alone in public.

You closed your eyes and put your head into your hands. Your stomach turned again, unable to bear to watch as all your mind could focus on was how much glee William had in his face after you had swung the axe into your co-worker's chest. The thick, cracking, meaty sound that you knew would haunt you to your dying day, as quickly as it may come without the chance to absolve yourself of these sins.

The hand on your shoulder made you give a short scream, before that hand clamped over your mouth and you felt warm breath stroking over your ear in a sensual caress.

"Look little lamb, at what you have done whilst playing god."

You forced your eyes to open after a moment, looking exactly where the kid had been standing. Stomach dropping as they weren't there anymore, frantically searching the main dining hall as William's slender fingers rested against your pulse point, hearing him groaning in your ear as he felt is fluttering and pounding under his touch. Wondering how much fear he could push through you before your body would collapse and cease to function. Finally, you caught sight of him, mouth opening to warn him, despite the fact that William had a firm grip over your mouth to stop you uttering a pee.

You were surprised, doing a double take when you saw the child standing by an arcade game and pushing in tokens occasionally. Frowning, you knew that the kid would always spend his money on drink and a soda, wondering where he got the money from for extra tickets.

"See, doll, I can be kind....gentle...God doesn't always need to be wrathful." Murmuring lowly, he stroked your hair in a way that made you shiver. Swallowing hard as you turned your head out of his hand and looked at him, cheeks flushing and every nerve screaming at you that it was wrong and you needed to leave as William's face was less than an inch away from yours.

"But, I am going to have to take two to balance it out now, don't you think?"

Of course there was a catch.

There were always catches to the deals with the Devil after all.

Pennywises alphabet???

It would be fucking awesome if someone illustrated this...

Truly: It would be fucking awesome if someone illustrated this.

Can I get William raw dogging the reader in his office in the pizzeria

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HELP THE WAY YOU WORDED THIS 😭 but yes, yes you can.

Warnings- smut (obviously), just read the request 😭 18+, minors DNI or i will stuff you into an animatronic myself

His thrusts were animalistic, your moans were the only thing heard in the office. Luckily, the loudness of the pizzeria was louder than the both of you.

It was filthy. Skin slapping against skin, his grip on your hips as your body dug into the desk underneath you.

“Fucking. Teasing. Whore.” He mumbled under his breath, thrusting with each word.

“William!” You cried out.

“You asked for this.” He growled out. His glasses fell to the bridge of his nose.

You moaned out his name like a prayer, like you were his God. And he loved every second of it.

“This pussy was made for me.” He groaned out, every word he said making you tighten on his cock.

“Will-“ you moaned out, nails scratching the desk, making your mark in the office.

“I know. I know. Cum.” He said, he rubbed the flesh of your ass, as you came on his bare cock.

He let himself smile at it, he then pulled out of you. He stroked himself, and came on your back. You breathed heavily, and you turned back to look at him.

Soft William Afton headcanons and imagines?

Here they are, I haven't slept, I don't think I'm going to either. Enjoy!

- Watching horror movies with Will? He's thinking about murder while you're cuddled up to him and he's thinking "they have no idea" but he'd never harm a hair on your pretty little head

- The man loves when you fall asleep over him, traces your face and runs his fingers through your hair as you sleep on his shoulder or his lap

- the William that lives in my mind is very over-protective of his partner, makes sure you eat enough, drink enough water, clean up, sleep enough and sleep well which you will next to him

- and if you've been busy before you hunkered down for the night, you definitely will sleep after that

- When it's bed time, he always has his long-as-fuck legs tangled with yours. Arms wrapped completely around you. You are not moving an inch.

- if you manage to escape his leg prison, he'll have one of your legs draped over his hips and holding you there by your thigh. He wants to close to him, always. So he knows you are safe and you are his.

- If you're lucky enough to wake up before him, you'll find him flat on his back with his mouth wide open, snoring his adorable head off (can you blame him?) or his face buried in your neck, still snoring but not so loud, occasionally murmuring things that you can never make out what he's saying.

- he's so warm, he may be a skinny bastard but fuck is he a radiator on legs. He doesn't necessarily feel his own heat but you certainly do and you can't get enough, always hugging up to him when you're cold and he just holds you there, smiling down at you as you nuzzle further into him.

- he can get a little irritated when you're feeling particularly cuddly (if you're tired or sick) and he's had a long day but if you get a good enough grip on him he would grumble about it and when you try to move to give him his much desired space you discover that he won't let you go. A man of many indecisions this one.

- LOVES his hair being played with, will literally sit there and mewl over you scratching his head

  - "mm, that feels really goooood, dearest"

  - "ohh, mm"

- he's exactly the same when you rub his shoulders or palm your hands on his back

  - "baby, you know how I love that"

  - "you know just what to do, darling... mm"

- always welcomes the vision of you in his shirts the morning after

  - "Careful, Doll, or I might end up throwing that shirt back on the floor again, hmhm" he says with a devilish smirk as he runs his hands over your shoulders and down your arms, admiring you for a moment

- my idea of Will, he doesn't chain-smoke like I've seen quite a few people write him like, but he isn't a stranger to the occasional stress drag, he also likes to make you happy and cutting back on cigs wasn't a really big deal for him, since he felt like doing it anyway.

- he can tie his own ties but he'd still rather have you do it, he can look at you, all focused and concentrated on what you're doing, your delicate hands, pressing up towards his neck, fingers brushing over his shirt, it makes his heart skip. He loves it.

(I'm British so I get to make special British headcanons for him)

- He normally can't stand when someone else makes him tea because they're American and don't have the first clue about how to do it right but you've surprised him and now he'll give you beady eyes and a lazy, cheesy smile when he's getting frustrated either drawing up plans for animatronics or working on one and ask "Will you make me a cup of tea please, darling"

(im weak)

- William says your typical common British words

  - "bugger" when he pinches his finger in something

  - "bloody hell" when he drops something and he's already had a long day

  - "sod off" which gets said by both William and Michael, mostly towards each other

  - yells "twat" and "tosser" at other cars that annoy him when he's driving

  - oh and don't forget "knob!" and "dickhead" those get yelled too

  - and my all time favorite... "wanker!"

- He gets so pissy that he can't get his favorite chocolate and biscuits in the states, give the man his Cadbury bars and and his Rich Tea biscuits NOW!!

-  Sometimes forgets where he is and ends up almost driving on the wrong side of the road and it results in a quick, strong "oh fuck-" before he corrects his error

(British moment over)

- William drives a Jensen Interceptor, and I will not take no for an answer

- It's in a dark purple/red color, because the idea of him driving a bright, garish, purple car sends shivers down my spine. Like, this isn't 2013 GTA Online, c'mon guys, really?

(I went out of my way to find an image of one that's exactly what I imagine)

(plow me in that car sir-)

- He has an old Plymouth Fury too, in red, and because of that when the Movie of Christine came out he was relishing in everyone watching his car roll by in terror

(William does a little trolling)

I haven't written anything in years, please forgive me

Sitting on the bed, lying back against William; between his legs, reading.

He'll talk to you for a bit, just about whatever he did that day, knowing you're not really listening or you won't talk back to him

He has his head back on his pillow and his eyes closed.

He'll fall asleep as you're still reading, but when you finally stop, you try to get up but he's out

And he has his legs barricaded around you and his arms around you

He's not waking up any time soon, once William falls asleep that's it, no movement until morning

So you put your book down as best you can and cuddle in with him, arms around his back and head on his stomach

When he wakes up, you're still there, snuggled into him, although the pressure of you lying over his crotch is really making him stir.

This is fluff, I'm not talking about his cock rn... You horny bastards.

Anyway this is all because I want to lie with Will as I read, just feeling his dark eyes watch you as you read... Mmm

just a short little thing, but:  Imagine being William’s partner and slowly becoming a positive parental figure to his kids. Evan waking the both of you up because he had a nightmare–tiny fists rapping at your door in quick time, as if he was being chased by a monster. You open the door, lifting him up into your arms and pressing a small kiss to his tear-stained cheek. “It’s okay, little bear. Wanna sleep in our bed tonight?” You offered. Evan looks over at your queen-sized bed, seeing his father still half-asleep. He shakes his head ‘no’ frantically, small fingers clutching tighter onto your shirt. Noticing his fear, you quickly reassure him, “It’s alright! He won’t be mad at you. I promise.” Evan buries his face in your chest, gripping your shirt even tighter. You get him settled into the soft blankets, and for once, his fearful expression fades, finally relaxing. His brows were no longer furrowed; his mouth was no longer pointed downwards in a frown. Evan was nuzzled between you and William, finally safe from all of the monsters in his mind.

So...

My 'New lover' headcannons for Sir Afton

This is for after he divorced or his wife died or whatever and then he finds you...

- William was 100% unfaithful to his wife but that's because he never really loved her...

I have a feeling that his marriage was somewhat arranged...

Like I have a whole lot of headcannons about William and I'll make sure to make another list of my own headcannons about William's backstory...

HOWEVER! Let's get back on track here

- William might certainly seem like the masochistic type but... Personally I think he's the opposite to begin with

- Sure, he's into some horror-movie type shit but he won't be like that when you first start off with him

- He'll sweep you off your feet and take you out, unless you aren't really the going out type (like me), then he'll take you somewhere quiet like a park and bring a bag of snacks and drinks to just sit and talk

- Now, here's the thing, William isn't really the type to 'date'. If he sees someone he likes he'll be after them, like a wolf but he gives the vibe of a husky... You get what I'm saying? He looks menacing but he's no threat and could easily grab your heart with just his eyes.

- William definitely likes people different than him, he's always been rather 'high-class' (more of my hcs, I'll get on that I promise) so he likes someone who's personality is different.

- As for affectionate things, at first you'll get the same kind of treatment that he did as a child, which wasn't much. But when you do little things with him: hold his hand, play with his hair, fix his clothes (his collar, his ties, swipe dust off his shoulders) he'll just kind of admire you for a moment and then when you snap him back into reality he'll flush a little bit and thank you.

- Doll... Wha...? Thank you...

- Oh... Thank you, my darling...

- What are you...? Oh... I appreciate it, thank you, my love

Anyway... Onto the stuff I haven't written in a while...

NSFW stuff...

- William is into all that stuff people write him into, Daddy kink, cutting, If it hurts (you or him) he's into it... But he'll never push you too far.

- But... My William doesn't do any of that unless you ask or before you both go that far, you both sit and talk about what you're into, set a basis.

- Also, William grew up in the 50s and 60s most likely, so he's very old fashioned... Missionary is his first choice, and slow too...

Sex isn't to be rushed with William...

He's actually naturally gentle and slow, he won't tease unless it's something you've talked about...

If you both want it, he'll be carrying you into the bedroom in seconds. Laying you down and taking off your clothes and you taking off his. Kissing every inch of skin he uncovers...

- Once everything's off you both, he'll be crawling over you, pushing you into the sheets gently and kissing you deep. His hands caressing up and down your waist and thighs...

- Then he'll slowly move his kisses down to your neck, he'll lick and suck gently, and before he does, he'll ask if he can bite and leave you some marks to remember him by

- Darling... May I...? You look so good like this but I know how I can make you look even better...

- I'd love to mark you mine... If you'll let me, my love...

But he's also ready for anything you want to do...

You wanna ride? Hop on, let's ride, baby!

You wanna be face down, ass up? He'll be on you fast... (Ass man, 100%)

You're practically teaching him what to do but trust me he learns fast... Very fast...

- If you ask him to go harder or faster, in the beginning he'll look at you for a moment, kinda stunned since you're already moaning and whining for him, you're legs are wrapped around his hips and everything... And you're asking for more?

So, he'll speed up just a little bit, occasionally roughly snapping his hips into you, that makes you moan louder but you still hold onto him tightly as he moves

- H-Harder... William... PLEASE!

- Okay, Darling... But tell me if it's too much...

- Mmmnn It's not enough William... Please... You won't hurt me... I can't take it!!

And then he'll really start... He'll lean back and take a hold of your hips and pull you onto him.

As he pulls you towards him, he'll push his hips forward and fuck you deep and hard.

The force behind it shocks you and you almost cum immediately.

- OH FUCK!! WILLIAM!!

- How's that, darling?

- YES! YES! I LOVE IT!!

- Yeah... That's my good girl... My girl wants it hard... So I'll give it to her hard...

You have no idea where this William has come from but you're not about to argue with him

And that's when he starts to get more comfortable with his own interests... He's always wanted to try this but his wife would never let him, if she slept with him at all...

But you... Oh God where have you been all this time?

- But in the end, he'll always ask to do something to you.

And speaking of in the end, When it comes to... Well... Cum...

Again, he'll ask... As struggled as it is, he gets very whiny and groany when he's close...

- Oh... Fuck... Baby... Where do you... Want it?

And whatever you say he'll respect it but just for the sake of my problems...

- INSIDE WILLIAM!!! INSIDE ME PLEASE!!!

That does it... You've sent his breeding kink into overdrive

- Fuck... Fuck... Yes baby!!! Take my cum!!! Take it! Good girl!! Oh... My lord...

Once you've both calmed down...

- Darling... That was so much fun

- We don't have to stop now...

- Oho... Well then... Prepare yourself for a long, busy night... I love you so much

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That went on longer than I thought it would... Guess I had more HCs than I thought... Or it's probably because I drag on so much and that's why nobody reads my stuff

Anyway. Peace ✌️

[Blueycapsules]

William Afton x reader

ok, so like- for a month or so I've been using lipstick and i just love it - very fancy! :D

and i can't help but want to pepper the lovable bastard's face with silly little kisses and leave lipstick marks on it-

i just think it's a cute idea-

so that's pretty much what this is about :D

[tw: possible typos and/or other small mistakes | any possible triggers are mentioned at the beginning of each headcanon where necessary | fluff | headcanons | one-shot]

[word count: 1.641 words | 8.799 characters]

[first published: 09.04.2022]

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first, some headcanons for William with a reader that likes wearing lipstick 'cause i need those and maybe so do you-

ok, so-

while he doesn't show it, William adores that you wear it - bonus points if your lipstick is purple!

it just makes your lips stand out so much- he gets easily distracted by them because of this. not that he minds-

regardless of your true motives of leaving lipstick marks on his face, William thinks you do this only to "mark" him as yours-

internally, he's fanmanning (this is a word now, i don't care-) every time you do that - this silly little gesture of yours makes him feel very special and appreciated and loved and-

William really loves that, ok?

you know how characters in old cartoons react when kissed? that's William-

another thing he can get drunk on besides alcohol it's your silly little kisses-

when he is very focused on something, you can kiss and leave as many lipstick marks on him as you want 'cause he won't realise it.

William will either notice the silly marks in a reflection or when someone lets him know he has something on his face.

"heh, Willy! you've got something on your face!"

"wot? and don't call me that!"

*wheezing sounds*

"bloody 'ell-"

*William goes to the nearest mirror*

"oh..."

*fanmanning intensifies*

no, but like William will literally sigh dreamily and twirl a strand of hair between his fingers as he admires each and every mark you placed on him-

the downside of this is you need to clean the lipstick marks off of William's face since he won't do it himself-

he just wants to keep them forever there.

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lipstick

standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you stare intensely back and forth between your lips and the lipstick you bought some time ago.

you can't remember why you even bought it as you have never really worn lipstick - at least not until now.

maybe it's the pretty container that made you buy it or maybe it was just an acquisition made on impulse - regardless of the motive, you did indeed buy it.

since the day it was legally yours and yours only, the lipstick in question was used not even once - placed in the little cabinet above the bathroom's sink, it saw the light of day on rare occasions if at all.

you would usually look at the lipstick but pay no mind to it - only a passing glance before moving on with your day.

today was different.

as you opened the cabinet to take some hand cream, your eyes fell onto the lipstick. instead of ignoring it as you usually do, you ended up staring at it.

in that moment, some silly little memories came to your mind.

you remembered when you were nothing but a small child, sometimes finding lipsticks around the house. you would always apply them when no one was around - and what a mess you were able to do every single time!

applying it with the grace of a person whose hand was stuck in a cookie jar, it was everywhere but on your lips somehow-

a small smile crosses over your features as such memories keep flooding your mind.

... what if you tried to use one now? it can't be that hard, can it? it's basically like colouring within the lines in a children's book - easy as pie.

not to mention you're not a kid anymore. you're a grown-ass adult - if you can colour within the lines, you can paint your lips as well!

finally and for the first time, you take its cap off. hiding underneath it was a beautiful reddish-purple shade. carefully, you roll the lipstick out - it looks perfect.

well, it's not like you used it to begin with-

but my point still stands. you almost don't want to use it only to keep it in this beautiful state...

haha, no- the urge to try it on is way too strong. so strong it won in the end. bringing it closer to your upper lip, you try and follow its contour. it's not as easy as you thought it would be-

with a shaky, inexperienced hand you manage to do your upper lip. it's not that bad actually - just a bit messy.

you have slightly coloured outside the lines.

but that's ok. taking a cotton swab, you let some warm water fall over it above the sink. you close a bit more the distance between you and the mirror before tracing the wet cotton over the surplus of lipstick, erasing it as if you were rubbing the pencil off of a paper with an eraser - maybe not that easy tho.

the lipstick did smudge and you had to use another cotton swab. even so, the final result was more or less perfect!

after repeating the process but this time with your bottom lip, you look proudly at yourself in the mirror.

it's weird.

you feel so weird.

it does look absolutely amazing! you can't stop staring at your now colourful lips! it's just that you're not quite used to it yet.

as you check your lips from all the possible sides with a childish glee inside your eyes, William comes into your mind.

you gotta show him! you're curious about his reaction.

but as curious as you are, you're also way too busy checking yourself in the mirror.

"William!" you shout from the bathroom - you concluded it's better for him to come to you. your eyes are still glued on your painted lips - you can't stop smiling.

"wot?" he yells back from the living room.

best you can do right now is prepare yourself as more shouting is to come!

"can you come to me for a second?"

"i can't! i am watching Harry Pottha'!"

"oh, come on! you've seen it a million times already! move your ass over here!"

"Y/N, we've talked about this! mah ass has long been gone..."

"oh, shit- right, sorry-" how could you? how could you bring it up? such a sensitive topic for the man...

shame on you, Y/N. shame on you-

"may it rest in peace..."

sometimes the price for immortality is quite expensive, wouldn't you think so? well, not really actually-

in his younger days, his twenties and early thirties to be more precise, he used to be called "William Asston" by those who knew him.

i am sure you have already guessed why such a nickname has been given to him therefore there's no need for further explanation on the matter.

as time passed, so his butt began to disappear.

the remnant William is working on? haha, yeah- the immortality bit is actually only a side effect of it. its real purpose, as the man himself has explained to you, was to regain his ass.

as you can tell, it failed him miserably.

William is still working on the remnant now but only out of spite-

"please! come for a second!" you plead once again.

"bloody 'ell, foine!" his steps are slow and heavy. it's taking him forever to arrive-

but when he does arrive you see him in the mirror. you see him come into the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest.

"wot is it?" such annoyance in his voice. don't be surprised about it - you did disturb his little marathon of Harry Pottha' after all.

you finally face away from the mirror. the eyes once glued to the reflection of your lips are now focused on the man in front of you.

"do you notice something different?" your smile only grows bigger with each word that leaves your mouth.

bringing a hand to his chin, William squints his eyes at you - something is different indeed! he just can't seem to notice what it is that is different about you.

he's been staring for a good amount of time already...

you shake your head as a chuckle makes its way out of your mouth "my lips, luv. notice something different about them?" he looks at you with such a puzzled expression, oh my-

you can't even tell if he's for real or just messing with you right now.

William squints even more. his eyes are almost closed at this point - he's defeated.

... or is he?

he does the thing! you know - the thing where he presses his pointer on his cheek and looks at you with big innocent eyes, mouth pouting.

"i am afraid i don't, luv..." he sounds so genuine... but you know this man for long enough - silly little acts like this don't trick you anymore.

"why don't ya show me then, hmm?" his expression doesn't change but you can hear the smirk in his voice regardless. silly little bitc-

a sigh leaves your mouth. there's no other way with this man, is it now?

walking closer to him, you lean down on his level. his eyes follow your every move as you cup his face gently in your hands. you press a quick yet hard kiss on each of his cheeks - gotta make sure you leave a nice mark on them after all.

you take a step back and admire your little artwork - your hands are still holding his head. if it wasn't for the purplish tone of it, your lipstick would have gone unnoticed on William's face that can't stop the wave of red paint from spreading across it-

it's William's turn to have his gaze glued on your lips now. drunkish smile on, he leans his weight more into your hands, slowly melting in your touch.

well, no words need to be spoken - William loves it too! maybe even more than you do-

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it took longer than expected to finish it ^^" a bit busy with school and couldn't focus only on it - that's why it's also kinda short and falls flat at the end D:

anyway, for the next two weeks or so i will be able to focus on silly little fics again so it's ok :D

hope y'all enjoyed it!

[Blueycapsules]

Dave Miller x reader

ok, so like-

this is a random idea that keeps me up at night - when in his 'Dave Miller' act, William asks you about the small bracelet you're always wearing and taking good care of.

why?

William gave you that bracelet at the beginning of your relationship. when he sees you're still wearing it, even after he disappeared without a trace, he gets a bit intrigued.

[tw: possible typos and/or other small mistakes | slight angst - big sad™ | not so sure if fluff | one-shot]

[word count: 1.550 words | 8.060 characters]

[first published: 20.04.2022]

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the story behind the bracelet

(no idea for a proper title-)

"-and that's how ya put down a fire with nothin' but yer bare hands in Texas!" said no one but your favourite british under cover texan while leaning forward with his elbows on the table, head rested nicely on the top of his hands.

lunch break at the pizzeria is for sure something else when 'Dave' keeps you company. he might not shut up about himself... like, at all-

but, hey! that's his charm after all. not only that, but having 'Dave' talk your ear off all day helps you tear your mind away from him.

with a lazy gaze and his usual grin on, he looks with what some would call true texan pride at you - his ridiculous stories from Texas never fail to bring a bright smile to your face.

it's a sight he never thought he would get to see again.

...

and he absolutely hates it.

for once in his life, he hates that he has to lie.

once. just this once he wants to tell the truth - to tell you the truth, but he can't.

he's happy he gets to see you every day though! and knowing that you are ok, safe and sound even, feels as if a heavyweight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

he sees you but you don't see him - instead, all you see is Dave Miller.

hell, he sometimes wonders if it's him or Dave that brings that smile to your face! he can't help but feel somehow jealous of his act.

it's Dave that gets to spend his time with you, after all. it's with Dave that you smile. with him you laugh and joke around. with him you talk - not with him.

"how do you even find yourself in these situations-"

he throws a wink at you but you fail to catch it "that's just a part of bein' texan for ya, pardner!" 'Dave' says as his eyes fall on your hands. you've been fidgeting for a while, messing with the bold purple bracelet on your wrist.

William smiles to himself 'they still have it, hm?'

he noticed it from the moment he saw you on the day he came to apply for a job. about three months have passed since then and he can't believe you're wearing it still.

not only that but the care you take of it - placing it securely into your pocket when you have to do something that might result in damaging it otherwise, always checking it, making sure is still there and safe, even yanking your hand away from the kids who wanna touch it with their greasy pizza fingers.

the way you play with it when you're nervous or how you look at it when lost in thought as a wave of sadness washes over your eyes.

he noticed all of it.

and he still notices it. William can't help the way his heart melts yet aches every single time he sees you doing your little gestures just to keep the bracelet safe... to somehow keep him a part of your life.

and you do all that. especially after he left without a trace, you still go through all of it.

you haven't let go of him completely. you still love him... don't you?

he has to know.

"anyway, enough 'bout me! wanna hear 'bout ya instead!"

"about me?" you ask taken aback by his words. it's an odd suggestion coming from him.

"yep! somethin' wrong 'bout it?"

"no, i just- i never thought that you, from all people, would want to talk about something that isn't yourself-" you say it playfully, but it's the truth - if there's one thing this texan loves more than anything it is talking about himself. if the conversation isn't about him, he will do all he can only to turn it around so it will be about him in the end-

"what can i say? i'm fulla' surprises!" he for sure is! but are you?

"ehh... what's there to say about me anyway? haha-" the thought of actually having to talk about yourself isn't that pleasant actually-

"there must be somethin'! think, Y/N! think!"

"i- i don't know..." and just like that, the perfect opportunity came to him earlier than he has expected.

"well, why doncha tell me 'bout yer bracelet over there, then?" he just points to it with his hand from under his chin. "noticed ya take quite the care of it! it must be special to ya." something familiar burns within his eyes but you can't tell what it is and so you just try and brush it off

"this? oh, heh- my lovable bastard of a boyfriend gave it to me!" your voice is filled with love while saying that but there's something else too.

it's his turn to be taken aback now 'they still consider me their boyfriend...?' he should be happy right now, shouldn't he? instead, he just feels like the biggest piece of shit the world has ever seen-

you manage to hide it quite well, but William can see through it - you're hurt.

and he's the reason for it.

his bloody ego has to come into play as well, no? - as much as he hates to do this to you, he still needs to hear more.

"boyfriend ya say? care to tell me more 'bout him?"

"oh, uhm- well, he's quite a... complicated guy, you see." 'Dave' just nods, waiting for you to continue "that's what i love about him, actually!" your eyes linger on the bracelet, fingers playing gently with it. your expression, your voice, everything about you is so soft as you talk about him.

he feels his heart clenching in his chest.

"he might be an asshole most of the time, but-"

"does he treat you bad, pardner?" the man asks, masking his anxiety without bothering to put effort into it.

you take offence at that question "what? no! he could never-" your grip on the bracelet tightness "and as i was saying, he's an asshole- but not towards me. he's always been so... kind to me. that in his own weird way, you could say, heh..." every loving word that leaves your mouth makes him hate himself even more. you don't deserve this - he doesn't deserve you.

he just puts more salt on the wound now "couldn't help but notice talkin' 'bout him made ya sad... did somethin' happen?"

"i... i don't know..."

you think about telling him what's been bothering you for the past three months. 'Dave' is your best friend after all! you trust him enough to open up about this and maybe, just maybe, letting it all out will help you a bit "one day he just- he just disappeared... he left nothing behind."

'here we go.'

"i tried to call him every day- i still do! hell, i am even rehearsing what to say when he finally picks up... if he ever picks up."

silence fills the room. taking a few breaths in and out you try speaking again "i don't know, i just- i really miss him- i want him back... what if something bad has happened to him, i-" small tears form in the corners of your eyes. he takes quick notice of it "hey now, come 'ere."

'Dave' stands up from the table with arms wide open. walking to your side, he lets you bury your face into his chest - a familiar feeling of comfort washes over you as he wraps his arms around you. it's warm.

it feels like home.

hot tears are staining the nice purple fabric of his shirt instantly. he couldn't care less about it right now.

rubbing your back with gentle circular motions he speaks up in an uncharacteristically soft tone "i am sure he's out there somewhere-"

"what- what if he hates me? maybe that's why he left-"

"now, now. don't be silly, pardner. only an idiot would be capable of leaving such a treasure like yerself!"

"heh, well- he is some sort of an idiot- my idiot..." you try to joke a bit in hopes you might calm down a bit. you also earn a small chuckle out of the texan "he sure is..." his own eyes start to feel watery.

it hurts him. deeply.

you both sit in a somehow comfortable silence as he tries his best to calm you down. he has missed your warm more than he would like to admit.

the sound of your breath slowly calming down lures him into his own thoughts - he wants to tell you.

not sure himself when but he will tell you.

he has to.

but right now it's just not the moment.

"how 'bout we go wash these tears away from yer pretty face and then i can buy ya some ice cream, hm?" he suggests as he moves your head away from his chest so he could face you. the sight of your tear-stained cheeks pains him so much.

you smile weakly up at him before nodding "that sounds nice, actually... thank you, Dave."

'Dave.' he hates it. this whole act - he just hates it.

"anything for ya, pardner!" 'Dave's' happy go lucky self is back as he helps you stand up.

'absolutely anything.'

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shit shit shit- this was not supposed to be sad- halp- me is very sorry-

it was supposed to be fluffy- what have i done? :'D there's no fluff, only sad- nyeheheh i feel bad aaaahhh- i was supposed to use my silly little powers of using words to bring joy and smiles, not sadness and tears-

am i exaggerating? definitely-

hope you enjoyed it?! :D?

[Blueycapsules]

fluff alphabet: William Afton

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for almost every letter, there are two sets of headcanons because i found two lists and liked them both, so yeah-

'you' list

'partner' list

[tw: small mentions of drunk William | any other possible triggers are mentioned at the beginning of each headcanon where necessary | possible typos and/or other small mistakes | William might be a bit ooc | fluff | headcanons]

[word count: 4,973 words | 25,682 characters]

[first published: 21.02.2022]

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[A]

Activities - what do they like to do with their partner? how do they spend their free time with them?

spending time in each others company - he doing his thing, you doing your own thing.

you can be reading on the couch, and he will sit next to you, watching TV or doodling - he might even start sketching small doodles of you doing whatever you're doing at the said moment!

it's canon that William can draw, so i think he does that sometimes when bored.

if you also draw, you two would also spend time drawing together! :D

he also loves spending his time with you while cuddling each other!!! but he would rarely initiate it-

Admiration - what do they admire about you?

anything and everything-

no, but really, William admires everything about you. from the way you walk to the way your smile shines when he compliments you.

the way your eyes sparkle when someone brings up one of your favourite things.

the way his name dances on your lips every time you say it.

the way you stim when you're happy.

the way your laugh echos in his ears, especially if he made you laugh.

the way you're, well... you.

[B]

Beauty - what do they adore about their partner? what do they think is beautiful about them?

your eyes - the way you look at him! your gaze is filled with love every time you look at him-

he just can't get enough of it! even if on the outside he looks just fine, on the inside he is melting.

just throw a small glance his way, add your usual sweet smile, and boom- you've made his day a whole lot better.

Body - what is their favourite part of your body?

hands, definitely hands- your hands are just so gentle with him.

William wasn't used to having someone treat him with such care in the beginning, but he quickly got used to it. the way you hold his hand, caress his face, play with his hair- your touch is all his soul needs.

also, if u have them, tiddies- woman tiddies, man tiddies, non-binary tiddies, big or small, it doesn't matter, he will bury his face into them. they're just so soft!

if you don't have them, he will still bury his face into your chest-

either way, he can still listen to your heartbeat, especially before going to sleep - your heartbeat is like a lullaby for this man, helping him calm down his thoughts.

also, don't get me started on your thighs- he loves them too. crush his head in-between your thighs and he will thank you-

[C]

Cuddling - how do they like to cuddle?

he would never admit it, but he absolutely loves being the little spoon. makes him feel loved and taken care of. as i said above, William likes having his head buried into your chest.

he also likes laying his head on your lap or in between your thighs. please, play with his hair when he does so, he really loves that shit.

he just loves being wrapped around you as your hands roam around his body.

[D]

Dates - what does their ideal date with you look like?

i think he isn't very big on dates-

when it comes to dates, i see him being a bit laid back and really enjoying home dates, with just the two of you.

on those dates, you could be watching TV (other movies than Harry Potter, which is something coming from William-) while snuggling into each other.

you could also cook dinner together! on time, William tried cooking dinner for the two of you- the kitchen was a focking mess, sure, but surprisingly the food was delicious - i actually think he can cook very well (as long as it's not one of those British dishes that killed Sunny, that's it-).

[E]

Emotions - how do they express emotion around you?

this man has no idea how to express emotions to save his life-

he loves you a lot, you're the best thing that has ever happened to him! but he has no idea how to tell you that-

when he tries, he just gets so flustered- he is nothing like his usual smooth-talking, son of a bitch self. tripping over words, avoiding that gaze of yours that makes him go weak in the knees.

peck his cheek while he's stumbling over words and he will freeze; peck his lips and congratulations! William.exe has stopped working.

sometimes it gets very frustrating for him, so please be patient! William may lash at you at times because of said frustration, and holy fock does he feel ever so sorry for it! he tries apologising, but again, he is unable to can-

he usually buys, or even crafts you little gifts himself to show you he's sorry and that he loves and cares about you.

Equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

ok, ok, so he has the impression he is the dominant one just because you are rather passive. in reality, you can say he is wrapped around your finger.

William can't function properly after you tell him he's pretty so just imagine how the motherfucker would react if you called him, for example, a good boi™

[F]

Family - do they want one? if they do, when?

all i can say is that in his eyes, the two of you alone are already a family, so yeah-

William's perfectly content with being just the two of you.

Fight - would it be easy for them to forgive their partner? how are they fighting?

let's get this out of the way, he could never not forgive you, unless you betray him in some way or another - then you would most probably be dead where you stand /j

very serious fights between the two of you rarely happen, but when they do happen, William tends to get a bit verbally violent (as in shouting), but nothing more than that. he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he somehow managed to hurt you.

after the fight, when both of you have calmed down a bit, you will most probably be the one to try bringing the subject up again - and this time, William will try his best to remain calm. when everything is cleared up, regardless of who was in the right and who was in the wrong, he will apologise to you.

it may be a small mumbled "sorry" under his breath, but he really means it-

[G]

Gifts - how do they feel about gift-giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?

i think gift-giving is his main love language actually. as i said above, he sucks at expressing his emotions towards you, so gifts are his way to go to show you that he cares!

William is also the type to buy you something you've mentioned one single time - he heard you one time telling Henry about this new perfume shop in Hurricane and that you really wanted to try their bitch scented perfume, but you never managed to find it.

expect William to never forget that. still, don't expect him to go just for it (or for other things that you have mentioned). he's more of the type to buy you those things when he stumbles over them, rather than searching actively for them, if that makes sense.

if he stumbles over that perfume you've mentioned, he would definitely buy it for you.

Gratitude - how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their partner is doing for them?

in general, William is not the most grateful person ever (what a surprise-), but when it comes to you, he can't be more grateful to have you! he still wonders sometimes why you chose him when you had better options for sure-

William really treasures you and your relationship.

he is aware of what you do for him and has no idea how to thank you enough for every little thing you do-

he tries doing small things for you in return as well - like helping you with work, reminding you to take breaks, cooking for you, etc.

but most of the time, he shows his gratitude towards you with gifts!

[H]

Holding hands - when/how do they like to hold hands?

William likes holding your hand whenever he can when he's in public with you just so he can make sure people get you are his and he is yours.

sometimes, when deep in thought or just zoning out, he takes your hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, without noticing.

now, when this happens, bring his hand to your lips and kiss it, he will lose his shit-

he might also reach for your hand, squeezing it a bit when he's uncomfortable or just wants to go home.

Honesty - do they have secrets they hide from their partner? or do they share everything?

he trusts you a lot, but there will be things he won't share with you, not because he doesn't trust you with keeping his secrets, nope. rather because he thinks you are gonna think different of him, or, even worse, leave him.

William usually comes to you when things bother him, and actually tries to talk about them with you, at the best of his abilities anyway.

but when there is something worse he wants to talk about, he's just gonna talk with Vincent, even if it won't help him very much.

[I]

Injury - how would they act if you got hurt?

rage - if someone hurt you, expect him to try and get rid of them.

if you hurt yourself while doing something stupid, expect him to first laugh his ass off like the bitch he is- after that he would make a snarky remark adding

"i told you it was a schewpid idea."

if it's nothing too bad, William would jokingly kiss it to make it feel better.

if it is pretty bad, then expect him to lecture you while bandaging you up.

[tw: implied self-harm]

if you are hurting yourself, he would try his best to comfort you about it without lashing at you and then he would try helping you out in getting rid of the habit. William might not be great with words of comfort, but he will be there for you, always keeping an eye on you, making sure you won't hurt yourself again.

Inspiration - did their partner change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?

watching something other than Harry Potter was for sure a starter-

[tw: mention of child murder]

ok, for real now, one major impact you have had on him was choosing his victims-

as much as he hates, for example, the Boseman kids, he won't kill them because he knows they are very dear to you - which is really something coming from William.

he instead goes for random kids that get lost around the pizzeria, but shhh-

going for something more wholesome now-

William actually starts taking better care of himself when it comes to personal hygiene! his hair was so fluffy after he washed it for the first time since god knows when-

also, even if he (in my headcanon at least-) can actually cook, i don't think he ever does it for himself because "it's a waste of time" so he mostly lives on pizza and other snacks. but since he met you, he started making his own food! well, he mostly does it for you, but you take no shit from this bitch and convince him to eat as well.

if you also cook, expect your food to be his favourite! whatever you cook, William will eat.

[J]

Jokes - do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?

since he is so small™ he likes hiding around the house and/or pizzeria just so he can jumpscare you.

this bitch thinks it's funny how you react-

he also likes scaring the Boseman kids as a way of revenge when he has the chance, not to mention your help is really appreciated.

remember how Jerry jumped on William's back when he had the spring bonnie suit on?

well, he still does that - quite often actually.

to give "the little shit" a scare, William asked you to carry some pasta (rigatoni - to be more precise) around you, so when Jerry jumps on his back again, you can step on them to make a loud cracking sound - i think you can see where i am going with this.

as expected, a few days after he asked you to carry it, Jerry jumped on his back. as William falls to the ground with the kid happily laughing on his back, you step on the pasta-

crack

Jerry immediately stops laughing, eyes getting wide - he starts apologising only to be cut off by William's laugh.

of course, you go and calm Jerry down and make sure he's ok. after that, you turn back to the man behind the slaughter who is still laughing his ass on the floor.

the bitch-

you still wonder why you helped him with this-

Jealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

oh boy, does he get jealous-

this jealousy doesn't come from a place of mistrust tho - it more likely comes from a place of insecurity.

he's afraid someone will come into your life and would charm you so much that you would leave him for them. not to mention there are moments when he thinks you deserve better than him, so he wouldn't really blame you if you left, but if this were to happen, it would really devastate him.

when jealous, William becomes a bit more touchy with you - mostly holding your hand/s or wrapping his arms around your waist.

even if he wanted, he doesn't know how to talk to you about this, so sometimes at night, when he has had a particularly hard day dealing with his jealousy, he would ask quietly

"Y/N? you still luv me?...right?"

you can tell he's very insecure because he didn't use one of his usual pet names for you. just wrap your arms around his head, bringing him closer to you in the process. peck his forehead and tell him you still love him. let your fingers play lazily with his hair.

he would then take a small breath, mumbling a small "thank you" as he lets it out, then would bury his head deeper into the crock of your neck.

if you ask him what's wrong, William would just tense up a bit before saying "nothing."

don't press the matter up, just let him know that whenever he wants to talk about what's bothering him, you will always be there to listen - he would be ever so grateful for that.

[K]

Kisses - are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

i wouldn't say he's the worst, but he's not the best either - do what you will with this.

when you first kissed him, it was like kissing a wall- he just froze on the spot. he wanted to try again, but it ended up with just a small peck since he was way too embarrassed to do it properly-

(more) Kisses - how do they like to kiss you?

more like "how does Wiliam like to be kissed" since this man over here almost never initiates kisses-

he just loves it when you rest your hands on his hips, bringing him closer by them, or when you run your fingers through his hair. he also loves it when you hold his face and caress his cheeks during the kiss-

when he kisses you tho, William doesn't go for your lips - he goes instead for your neck, shoulders and jawline. he just really loves kissing you in those places since it makes him feel a bit dominant when doing so.

[L]

Love - how do they show you they love you?

as i said above, gift-giving! this is his main love language actually!

speaking of love languages, spending quality time together with you is one of them - not to mention you can also spend your time together cuddling (physical touch.)

he also shows his love through acts of service, be they big or small - he wants to show you that you can count on him if you ever need to!

when it comes to verbally expressing his love tho, he kinda sucks-

William may master the art of bullshitting people, but when it comes to you, he is just unable to can-

he doesn't want to manipulate you, he wants to actually tell you how he feels, it's just that he has never done that before, so it's kinda difficult for him.

even if he doesn't say it often, he really loves you <3

Love confession - how would they confess to their partner?

the only way this man would confess is if he's drunk-

that's it.

it's either you who confesses or his drunk ass self-

[M]

Memory - favourite memory together?

one of William's favourite memories of you two would be that night you spent together for the first time at your house.

you were both laying on your bed, talking about whatever, telling jokes while laughing your asses off, gossiping your co-workers. it may be pretty vague, but it's one of his favourite memories because it was the first time since forever when he actually enjoyed someone else's company - when he actually felt happy to be with someone.

[N]

Nicknames - what do they call their partner?

he usually goes for "luv" and "dear/darling" like the British man he is-

also, when he simply calls you by your name, no nickname attached, he is surely bothered by something and doesn't really know how to bring the matter up or is just having a shitty day.

Nightmare - what is their worst fear?

he has some fears, of course, but one regarding you is simply losing you - losing you in any way possible (be it dying, you leaving him, losing you at the store-). this man can't stand the feeling he might lose you someday.

poor boy-

William actually opened up to you about this fear (shocking, i know-) then he told you about the remnant (not all the details, of course-) and asked you to trust him and take a dose of it, just so one of the ways he could lose you to be cut off the list.

[O]

Oddity - what is one quirk they have?

being a murderer, so quirky-

eh, i don't know if this counts, but his cat-like personality?

(here is the evidence for that :D)

i don't know, i just think it's pretty funny and accurate-

On cloud nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?

he is pretty much his normal son of a bitch self as long as he is not around you. when he is around, William is either a bit more retreated than usual or he tries getting your full attention, there's no in-between.

also, he isn't as much of an asshole as he usually is, but just when you are around.

for those around him is pretty damn obvious - especially for Cassidy, who just teases the living shit outta this man-

g i f t g i v i n g

this man is gonna give you so many gifts-

in the beginning, he would give you stuff like chocolate and maybe flowers.

but as he gets to know you, his gifts will start to vary.

he will even craft them himself!

[P]

PDA - are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their partner in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he would hold your hand/s, or have an arm around your waist, but that's pretty much it. he doesn't like PDA that much because of vulnerability - he doesn't want others to see him in that state, so he won't go over the board with affection in public.

not to mention Cassidy's never-ending teasing - he absolutely hates it.

if you do decide to get a bit more affectionate in public tho, he will just mentally curse you- that until he gives up and accepts his loving fate <3

William does brag about you, quite a lot actually, but mostly when drunk-

[Q]

Quirk - some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship

his ability to read people and their intentions, i guess. it's not always accurate, but it's something to take into consideration.

[R]

Rhythm - what song reminds you of them?

i can't choose a single song, so here are the top ten that came to my mind-

Alive - Anthony Warlow

Blood // Water - grandson

Come Little Children - Erutan

Horrible Kids - Set It Off

my boy - Billie Eilish

People I Don't Like - UPSHAL

Rise a Little Hell - Jeremy Jordan (also, almost all the songs from Bonnie and Clyde - The Musical make me think of him-)

Stacy's Dad - cover by annapantsu

That Beautiful Sound - Alex Brightman

Trust in Me - Scarlett Johansson

BONUS:

top five songs that i think would remind William of you/would make him think of you :D

100 Years - [Clover] OR3O

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Bonnie - Jeremy Jordan

Church - Fall Out Boy

Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar (i had to put this one here too-)

[S]

Support - are they helping their partner achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

of course! his main type of support would be financial support since he has them money-

this might be the only occasion he would actually try using the art of bullshitting™ on you - he would try to help you become more confident in yourself and in your abilities, even if he has to lie a bit to do that-

even so, i see him as the type of person to cut your wings early on if your dream is unachievable - he just doesn't want you to suffer when finally facing reality.

[T]

Time - how long did it take you to get together?

ok, ok for this i have two possible scenarios:

1. not very much actually, after a few months since William has had his feelings towards you figured out.

he drunkenly confessed tho-

2. so, William isn't the best at hiding the fact that he has fallen for you- let's say it takes you at most two months to figure out his feelings towards you. since you do feel the same towards him, and you know for a fact this man isn't going to tell how he feels without some help, you decide to act around him like you already are in a relationship - he is a smart ass man, he has to figure it out, amirite?

wrong-

this man has no idea what's going on.

why the fock are you acting like that towards him? do you want something from him?

you couldn't possibly like him back? could you?

nah, these are just hopeless dreams-

one day tho, you were talking with Henry and he asked what plans did you have for the day after your shift, to which you say

"oh, i am just gonna spend it with my boyfriend!"

William, hearing what you said from up the stage where he was fixing one of the animatronics, almost fell off his chair-

since when did you have a boyfriend?

man became sad :(

he tried to focus more on the animatronics for the rest of the day.

as everyone's shift came to an end, the only people left in the pizzeria were William and (surprise, surprise-) you. he had to stay for a bit more, some problems with the animatronics. and you? you wanted to keep your boyfriend some company <3

after some time since your shift ended, he finally notices you-

"aren't you supposed to spend the day with your boyfriend?" he asks in a cold tone.

"i am, silly."

walking on the stage, you hug him from behind and ask him if there is anything you can help him with, or if you could bring him something to eat/drink.

he tenses up.

'wot the fock-'

he finally put the pieces together! incredible-

"... since when am i your boyfriend?"

"four months i think-" you laugh a little at his dumbfounded expression.

you then explain to this poor little man the situation - it makes him feel like the biggest fool in the world.

"does it mean we are official now?" you ask him grinning.

William smiles warmly at you, such a rare sight.

"yeah, i think it does."

shit, i turned this into a small one-shot-

anyway-

[U]

Upset - how do they act when you’re upset?

this man has no idea what to do-

he will awkwardly pat your back or hug you, not saying anything because he doesn't want to say something stupid and upset you even more.

he will stay by your side as much as you need, trying to help you feel better in any way he can.

if you want to be left alone, he would let you be, but not more than a few hours-

even if he won't know what to say, William would still listen to you if you want to tell him the reason you're upset.

[V]

Vaunt - do they like to show you off?

of course he does - he wants everyone to know that he is yours and you are his! he just doesn't go over the board with it - that when he is sobber-

when he is drunk, oh boy, he's all over you, more touchy than he usually is in public.

William would tell anyone who cares to listen how great and perfect you are, that he's the luckiest man alive, etc. all that while he sits comfortably onto your lap with one arm around your waist so he won't fall-

usually, the next day he won't remember a thing, but on the rare occasions he does remember he would feel so embarrassed-

embarrassed not because he loves you, hell no! embarrassed because he can't tell you how much he loves you when he's sobber if that makes sense-

[W]

Wild card - a random fluff headcanon.

it's more crack than fluff... oh well-

one time when William was wearing his fancy yellow bunny maid dress, you called him a pretty english boi and he was internally screaming-

what did our man decide to do after that? wear the damn dress randomly so you will call him that again-

and of course it worked!

as you have guessed, whenever he wants you to call him your pretty english boi, he will wear the dress.

if, for example, you have to go to a funeral, and on the exact same day he wants to hear his special pet name coming out of your mouth, he will go to the funeral wearing the maid dress-

he's such a silly man, amirite?

[X]

XOXO - are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

William absolutely loves those - especially a combo of the two! still, he rarely, if ever, initiates them because it makes him feel vulnerable - a feeling he despites.

even so, if he thinks you haven't paid enough attention to him, at the end of the day he would plop himself onto your lap, regardless of what you're doing, arms crossed over his chest and a small frown on his face as he demands hugs and affection-

just wrap your arms around his waist when he does so, and he would melt on the spot, wrapping his arms around your neck while quickly hiding his burning face into its (the neck's) crock.

as i said a few times here, he gets more touchy when drunk. he will be all over you in this state-

you know how cats sometimes nuzzle their heads into your hand when you don't pay enough attention to them? that's exactly what William does-

[Y]

Yearning - how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

when you have to go somewhere for a pretty long period of time, and he can't come with you for whatever reason, he will try focusing more on his work at the pizzeria as well as... other stuff.

if he has to do sketches for some of the animatronics, expect his mind to wander off for a bit and draw you instead - or to make said animatronics based on you!

if there's the possibility you can talk on the phone, William will try talking with you every night before going to bed, just so your voice can be the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.

this man is adorable <3

[Z]

Zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, how?

he would literally kill for you and for your relationship, so yeah-

Zen - what makes them feel calm?

when you hold him - as i said somewhere in the beginning, it makes him feel safe and taken care of when he's in your arms. the sound of your heart also calms him as it assures him you are still there with him.

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i really enjoyed writing this :D guess it's easier for me to write headcanons-

while writing these i come up a small idea - if you want, you can send me a letter (or more) from this list and i will try turing it into a small one-shot! :D

for example, if someone sends an ask with "A - activities" (also mention which word if the letter has two! :0) i am gonna try writing an one-shot in which the reader and William spend their time together! :D

William Afton Summer V.S. Winter Headcanons

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

A/n: this is just kinda good for imagines 8D

Summer

he HATES the heat, you'd have to drag him out the house to get fresh air because nothing will bring him away from the AC

after hours of convincing, you've got him to go to the beach, gets the kids out the house.

at the beach, he'd just sun bath til Michael and Elizabeth beg him to go to the water

Michael would torture him, grabbing his legs underwater, scaring the absolutely shit out of him

he'd let the kids go get ice-cream every Sunday

c o l d, F r e e z i n g showers cause he's weird like that

Winter

he loves the winter type of heat

uses the cold as an excuse to cuddle a lot more, just cuddled up in a blanket with you<3

ice-cream sundays turn into hot cocoa

he'd only allow you guys to drink his homemade cocoa cause he's so proud of how good he makes it

loves cold + rain

hates shoveling up the snow though, its always a pain in the ass so he makes Michael shovel up snow off the cars while he does the drive thru (gives them time to bond)

he hates when you guys are trying to leave and the kid get distracted by snow and eventually start a snow ball fight. spoiler you guys end up very late to your destination or end up not going-

A/n: hey! It's been a while since I've posted so here's this and hopefully I'll be posting more :)

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Imagine the first time you fell asleep in William's arms early on in your guy's relationship. He was so very flustered in the fact that you trusted him so early on in the relationship.

He would make sure everything was quiet and run his fingers through your hair to sooth you. He wanted this moment to last with you.